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 Guinea-Bissau and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Gang Starr to the techno 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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
The United States of America,
Sight & Sound,
Section 25,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sister Nancy,
Scrapy,
Fear,
Kayak,
Half Japanese,
Youth Brigade,
cv313,
Kas Product,
The Happenings,
The Tremeloes,
Barry Ungar,
Nils Olav,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sixth Finger,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Moleskins,
The Pretty Things,
Technova,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Radio Birdman,
The Zeros,
Oblivians,
Swell Maps,
Flipper,
Jeff Mills,
World's Most,
Anakelly,
Organ,
Khruangbin,
Scan 7,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed,
Flash Fearless,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tim Buckley,
Traffic Nightmare,
Subhumans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joy Division,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
R.M.O.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Litter,
Silicon Teens,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Womack,
Henry Cow,
Pagans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rakim,
Goldenarms,
These Immortal Souls,
Suicide,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ossler,
Lakeside,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.