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 Guyana and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Marine Girls to the funk 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Gong,
The Motions,
the Slits,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
PIL,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Public Enemy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fall,
Soulsonic Force,
Loose Ends,
Kool Moe Dee,
Section 25,
Albert Ayler,
The Associates,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Doors,
The Residents,
The American Breed,
Rakim,
Derrick May,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Sherman,
The Golliwogs,
48th St. Collective,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Remains,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bronski Beat,
Whodini,
Cymande,
Lucky Dragons,
T. Rex,
Radio Birdman,
The Stooges,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bauhaus,
Fear,
Neil Young,
Leonard Cohen,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Wake,
Gang of Four,
Ten City,
The Slackers,
Q and Not U,
The J.B.'s,
Pole,
Agitation Free,
U.S. Maple,
Porter Ricks,
Excepter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ohio Players,
Rapeman,
Funkadelic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Buzzcocks,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.