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 United States and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 MDC to the funk 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sarah Menescal,
Danielle Patucci,
Rapeman,
The Happenings,
Avey Tare,
The Saints,
Joyce Sims,
Vainqueur,
Arab on Radar,
The Gap Band,
Michelle Simonal,
JFA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blancmange,
The Cowsills,
Symarip,
Rakim,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jacob Miller,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aloha Tigers,
Visage,
The Techniques,
Jandek,
Nils Olav,
Khruangbin,
the Association,
Fad Gadget,
Warsaw,
Robert Hood,
the Swans,
Half Japanese,
Mars,
Smog,
Marmalade,
Moebius,
James White and The Blacks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Simply Red,
Blossom Toes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Underground Resistance,
The Last Poets,
Stiv Bators,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott Heron,
Motorama,
Aural Exciters,
The Trojans,
Mission of Burma,
John Cale,
Skarface,
D'Angelo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Interpol,
MC5,
The Seeds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.