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 Sri Lanka and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Stereo Dub to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Tom Boy,
Quando Quango,
Jesper Dahlback,
Public Image Ltd.,
Henry Cow,
World's Most,
Barry Ungar,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Quadrant,
Schoolly D,
Mark Hollis,
Suburban Knight,
Slave,
New Age Steppers,
Joensuu 1685,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Flag,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Searchers,
Minutemen,
La Düsseldorf,
Con Funk Shun,
FM Einheit,
Matthew Halsall,
Crime,
Oblivians,
Moby Grape,
Alison Limerick,
Lindisfarne,
Eden Ahbez,
Main Source,
Frankie Knuckles,
Althea and Donna,
E-Dancer,
Amon Düül II,
Saccharine Trust,
Judy Mowatt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultravox,
The Dirtbombs,
Heaven 17,
Visage,
John Coltrane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Franke,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Saints,
Marmalade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nils Olav,
Gang Gang Dance,
Organ,
The Dead C,
Wasted Youth,
Nas,
Vladislav Delay,
Reagan Youth,
the Soft Cell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.