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 Kyrgyzstan and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Fugs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
The American Breed,
Aural Exciters,
Adolescents,
Radiopuhelimet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eurythmics,
Infiniti,
Flipper,
Radio Birdman,
Organ,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Pus,
Amon Düül II,
The Misunderstood,
Hot Snakes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Searchers,
Parry Music,
Little Man,
Can,
Cameo,
Jacques Brel,
Pagans,
The Dead C,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stetsasonic,
Siglo XX,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Country Teasers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Khruangbin,
Neil Young,
Patti Smith,
Qualms,
The Raincoats,
Funky Four + One,
Tim Buckley,
the Swans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camberwell Now,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The United States of America,
T. Rex,
The Cramps,
The Leaves,
Essential Logic,
Sparks,
The Moleskins,
Smog,
Eddi Front,
Derrick May,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Last Poets,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.