Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Uruguay and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Livin' Joy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Average White Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scan 7,
Kas Product,
The Searchers,
The Seeds,
Sandy B,
Dave Gahan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Reagan Youth,
X-102,
D'Angelo,
Mad Mike,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joy Division,
Saccharine Trust,
Curtis Mayfield,
Babytalk,
Nation of Ulysses,
Maurizio,
Absolute Body Control,
A Certain Ratio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
U.S. Maple,
Eve St. Jones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Yusef Lateef,
The Pop Group,
The Neon Judgement,
Negative Approach,
Thee Headcoats,
Leonard Cohen,
Soul II Soul,
Half Japanese,
Ultra Naté,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Christie,
the Normal,
Minutemen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New York Dolls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Doors,
Aswad,
Wolf Eyes,
The Moody Blues,
Bauhaus,
Mark Hollis,
Terry Callier,
T. Rex,
Duran Duran,
Intrusion,
Stiv Bators,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.