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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 China Crisis to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
E-Dancer,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sparks,
Davy DMX,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Urselle,
The Dave Clark Five,
Japan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DJ Sneak,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
EPMD,
The Trojans,
the Normal,
48th St. Collective,
Whodini,
Chris Corsano,
Lebanon Hanover,
Heaven 17,
The Pop Group,
Television Personalities,
Joensuu 1685,
Judy Mowatt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camberwell Now,
The Grass Roots,
The Neon Judgement,
X-Ray Spex,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arthur Verocai,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fat Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Cale,
Khruangbin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chrome,
The Cramps,
Schoolly D,
One Last Wish,
Lyres,
Talk Talk,
Robert Hood,
Bush Tetras,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Derrick May,
Barrington Levy,
Supertramp,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Green,
The Offenders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Evens,
Cameo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oneida,
Marvin Gaye,
Underground Resistance,
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.