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 Somalia and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 Pylon to the grime 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Circle Jerks,
The Monks,
Jawbox,
Joe Smooth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David Bowie,
Blancmange,
Tropical Tobacco,
World's Most,
Public Enemy,
Television Personalities,
LL Cool J,
Pulsallama,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scientists,
E-Dancer,
The Fugs,
Chris Corsano,
The Moleskins,
H. Thieme,
The Music Machine,
Grauzone,
Gichy Dan,
Soul II Soul,
Joyce Sims,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Charles Mingus,
Boogie Down Productions,
U.S. Maple,
Jesper Dahlback,
Whodini,
Drive Like Jehu,
Can,
Con Funk Shun,
Derrick Morgan,
The Blues Magoos,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Interpol,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Standells,
The Fortunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Massinfluence,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nils Olav,
AZ,
X-101,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DJ Sneak,
Guru Guru,
Adolescents,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
L. Decosne,
Ken Boothe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aaron Thompson,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.