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 Gambia and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Smiths to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Deakin,
Fela Kuti,
The Trojans,
Circle Jerks,
Swell Maps,
The Residents,
Robert Wyatt,
Cal Tjader,
The Grass Roots,
Rhythm & Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Zero Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brothers Johnson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pharoah Sanders,
Visage,
Slave,
cv313,
Idris Muhammad,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Altered Images,
Loose Ends,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sonny Sharrock,
Erasure,
B.T. Express,
Pylon,
EPMD,
KRS-One,
The Martian,
The Index,
The Gun Club,
The Modern Lovers,
Suicide,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Technova,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sandy B,
Quando Quango,
The Raincoats,
Wally Richardson,
Accadde A,
Gong,
Skriet,
Lower 48,
Minutemen,
Gang of Four,
Guru Guru,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Davy DMX,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hoover,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Techniques,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.