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 Tonga and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Gang of Four to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Khruangbin,
Sonic Youth,
Second Layer,
Masters at Work,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Martian,
Moby Grape,
Half Japanese,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Green,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Zeros,
Country Teasers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lyres,
Pagans,
The Mojo Men,
Blake Baxter,
Chris Corsano,
The Stooges,
Alice Coltrane,
Television Personalities,
Procol Harum,
EPMD,
Ultra Naté,
Arthur Verocai,
The Human League,
Index,
The Gun Club,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Moleskins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Altered Images,
Wolf Eyes,
Barclay James Harvest,
ABC,
World's Most,
Technova,
Junior Murvin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Wyatt,
Danielle Patucci,
Letta Mbulu,
The Red Krayola,
Deepchord,
The Fortunes,
Stereo Dub,
Sparks,
The Sonics,
Pantytec,
The Seeds,
The Dead C,
Joe Finger,
Tears for Fears,
Godley & Creme,
Absolute Body Control,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soulsonic Force,
Animal Collective,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.