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 Malta and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sixth Finger to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Standells,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-102,
Mo-Dettes,
Vladislav Delay,
the Soft Cell,
Outsiders,
Fat Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Evens,
Faust,
Das Ding,
FM Einheit,
Inner City,
Dawn Penn,
John Foxx,
Chris Corsano,
Marshall Jefferson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Joey Negro,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Drexciya,
Darondo,
The New Christs,
The Zeros,
Franke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Normal,
Blossom Toes,
New Age Steppers,
Thompson Twins,
The Offenders,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minor Threat,
Tubeway Army,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bill Near,
Erasure,
Rapeman,
Freddie Wadling,
Oneida,
Spoonie Gee,
Porter Ricks,
Neu!,
E-Dancer,
Crime,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Royal Trux,
Joe Smooth,
The Blues Magoos,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Human League,
Underground Resistance,
Cameo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quando Quango,
The Toasters,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.