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 Lebanon and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Chrome to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Jawbox,
Andrew Hill,
Agent Orange,
June of 44,
Lower 48,
Pussy Galore,
Guru Guru,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bush Tetras,
Spandau Ballet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gichy Dan,
The Martian,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Human League,
Joey Negro,
X-Ray Spex,
Au Pairs,
Joyce Sims,
Rakim,
Stereo Dub,
Pole,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bill Wells,
Albert Ayler,
Metal Thangz,
Youth Brigade,
The Durutti Column,
Ken Boothe,
Rapeman,
The Barracudas,
Bill Near,
Swans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Max Romeo,
Funky Four + One,
Warsaw,
Interpol,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flash Fearless,
Sonic Youth,
Jacques Brel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pierre Henry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Busters,
Joe Smooth,
Eric Copeland,
Girls At Our Best!,
Second Layer,
Groovy Waters,
Y Pants,
ABC,
Soft Machine,
Graham Central Station,
Sparks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.