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 Korea South and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Crispian St. Peters to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Faust,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grandmaster Flash,
Magazine,
The Mummies,
Little Man,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Simply Red,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pulsallama,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric Copeland,
Interpol,
Scan 7,
DJ Style,
Judy Mowatt,
Hot Snakes,
The Beau Brummels,
Frankie Knuckles,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rosa Yemen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultravox,
Pussy Galore,
48th St. Collective,
Black Flag,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Toni Rubio,
JFA,
Youth Brigade,
Joyce Sims,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mr. Review,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Darondo,
Pere Ubu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Depeche Mode,
Eli Mardock,
Los Fastidios,
Franke,
Joe Finger,
Young Marble Giants,
Thompson Twins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fire Engines,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gories,
Leonard Cohen,
The Victims,
D'Angelo,
The Searchers,
The Selecter,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.