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 Singapore and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Hardrive to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Starr,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter and Kerry,
Nik Kershaw,
David McCallum,
Icehouse,
Todd Rundgren,
Quadrant,
Accadde A,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Livin' Joy,
Interpol,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fugazi,
Groovy Waters,
Magazine,
Symarip,
The Red Krayola,
Aloha Tigers,
Bad Manners,
Tears for Fears,
Zapp,
Peter & Gordon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Underground Resistance,
New Age Steppers,
Shoche,
Pere Ubu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mad Mike,
Magma,
Lungfish,
Chris & Cosey,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
JFA,
The Star Department,
cv313,
Kas Product,
Fad Gadget,
Radio Birdman,
Goldenarms,
This Heat,
X-101,
The Birthday Party,
EPMD,
Tom Boy,
The Skatalites,
The Dead C,
The United States of America,
Qualms,
Henry Cow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Warren Ellis,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.