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 Finland and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Banda Bassotti to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
New Order,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Green,
Scratch Acid,
China Crisis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gun Club,
Rites of Spring,
Jawbox,
Brass Construction,
Aswad,
John Coltrane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Warren Ellis,
Sarah Menescal,
Boogie Down Productions,
Chrome,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joyce Sims,
Eddi Front,
Pylon,
Avey Tare,
Mark Hollis,
Fat Boys,
The Slackers,
Henry Cow,
The Golliwogs,
Colin Newman,
Camouflage,
Main Source,
Animal Collective,
Yusef Lateef,
Schoolly D,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joe Finger,
The New Christs,
Jeff Lynne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-Ray Spex,
cv313,
Warsaw,
Harry Pussy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Selecter,
EPMD,
Sugar Minott,
The Beau Brummels,
Spoonie Gee,
The Move,
Iggy Pop,
The Fire Engines,
Nico,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harmonia,
Lucky Dragons,
Amon Düül II,
The Fall,
The Trojans,
Procol Harum,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.