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 Syria and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Radiopuhelimet to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cramps,
LL Cool J,
Metal Thangz,
Lalann,
The Blackbyrds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bad Manners,
Motorama,
The Motions,
Pagans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Terry Callier,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marine Girls,
Monks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marshall Jefferson,
Easy Going,
Blake Baxter,
The Fire Engines,
Saccharine Trust,
Joy Division,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Public Enemy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neil Young,
Panda Bear,
The Martian,
The Music Machine,
OOIOO,
Talk Talk,
The Seeds,
Qualms,
Danielle Patucci,
Essential Logic,
Silicon Teens,
Inner City,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marmalade,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Standells,
Wasted Youth,
The Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Symarip,
Desert Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Human League,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gladiators,
Country Teasers,
Deadbeat,
Wings,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.