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 Namibia and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 Fluxion to the rock 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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Eddi Front,
Dennis Brown,
Stetsasonic,
Little Man,
Faust,
Matthew Bourne,
Boredoms,
Pulsallama,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
T.S.O.L.,
John Coltrane,
The Fuzztones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dave Gahan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ronnie Foster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Zapp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amon Düül,
Hoover,
Swell Maps,
The Wake,
The Blackbyrds,
The Move,
Second Layer,
Godley & Creme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kayak,
the Association,
Bill Near,
X-Ray Spex,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cluster,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pantytec,
The Residents,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Litter,
World's Most,
E-Dancer,
Echospace,
Warren Ellis,
The Cowsills,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The J.B.'s,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Prince Buster,
Hashim,
Bobby Byrd,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Spoonie Gee,
kango's stein massive,
Porter Ricks,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.