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 Kosovo and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Bobby Byrd to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Black Sheep,
Mo-Dettes,
K-Klass,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Panda Bear,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Slits,
Porter Ricks,
Rapeman,
Royal Trux,
Aural Exciters,
T. Rex,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The New Christs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Qualms,
Groovy Waters,
EPMD,
Eric Dolphy,
The Buckinghams,
the Germs,
kango's stein massive,
The Smoke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
MDC,
The Kinks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Trojans,
Minnie Riperton,
The Knickerbockers,
Idris Muhammad,
Vainqueur,
Graham Central Station,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bob Dylan,
The Zeros,
The Dead C,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harmonia,
Fad Gadget,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quando Quango,
Drive Like Jehu,
Silicon Teens,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mars,
The Barracudas,
Funky Four + One,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sight & Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Eddi Front,
L. Decosne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott Heron,
June Days,
The Smiths,
Simply Red,
ABC,
Procol Harum,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.