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 Ghana and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Ponytail to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Amon Düül,
Dennis Brown,
Moss Icon,
Spoonie Gee,
Sugar Minott,
The Names,
X-101,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Wake,
Vainqueur,
Crispian St. Peters,
a-ha,
Television Personalities,
Joensuu 1685,
the Slits,
Tomorrow,
Funky Four + One,
The Fuzztones,
Smog,
The Cowsills,
Jeff Lynne,
Matthew Halsall,
The Detroit Cobras,
Youth Brigade,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dead C,
Metal Thangz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thompson Twins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fall,
The Electric Prunes,
Fugazi,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mr. Review,
Radio Birdman,
Clear Light,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
FM Einheit,
Infiniti,
Little Man,
Davy DMX,
Reuben Wilson,
Rosa Yemen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lakeside,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minny Pops,
Anthony Braxton,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Popol Vuh,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fatback Band,
The Grass Roots,
Gang of Four,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Associates,
Moebius,
Amon Düül II,
The Sound,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.