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 Kenya and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Delta 5 to the dance 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Dawn Penn,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hashim,
Procol Harum,
Mars,
Judy Mowatt,
Gong,
Spandau Ballet,
Rites of Spring,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Byrd,
Funkadelic,
DJ Style,
Circle Jerks,
Sonic Youth,
The Fuzztones,
The J.B.'s,
The Moody Blues,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Main Source,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Al Stewart,
Beasts of Bourbon,
LL Cool J,
Janne Schatter,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Wyatt,
Unrelated Segments,
Qualms,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dorothy Ashby,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soft Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
Lower 48,
John Coltrane,
John Lydon,
Franke,
Crime,
kango's stein massive,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stereo Dub,
Severed Heads,
Tom Boy,
The Martian,
Lalann,
Ralphi Rosario,
Anthony Braxton,
Siglo XX,
Roxette,
Ice-T,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Young Rascals,
Tim Buckley,
Skaos,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Slits,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sound,
R.M.O.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.