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 Yemen and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 JFA to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Youth Brigade,
Rufus Thomas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wolf Eyes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Derrick May,
Yaz,
Godley & Creme,
Anthony Braxton,
The Vogues,
Barrington Levy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Los Fastidios,
Scan 7,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Slits,
Trumans Water,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Country Teasers,
Josef K,
Skaos,
David Axelrod,
Minny Pops,
The Cure,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Y Pants,
Boz Scaggs,
Freddie Wadling,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Golliwogs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yusef Lateef,
Mission of Burma,
The Fortunes,
The Real Kids,
New Order,
Bauhaus,
OOIOO,
Absolute Body Control,
Nico,
Sonic Youth,
New York Dolls,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeff Lynne,
The Electric Prunes,
Khruangbin,
The Selecter,
Piero Umiliani,
Oneida,
The Leaves,
The Trojans,
Jacob Miller,
Tom Boy,
Lucky Dragons,
The Five Americans,
Wire,
Yellowson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Zero Boys,
Mantronix,
The Offenders,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.