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 Togo and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 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 James White and The Blacks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Magma,
Youth Brigade,
Sun Ra,
Fela Kuti,
Scientists,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Green,
Connie Case,
Kerri Chandler,
Public Enemy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Make Up,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lindisfarne,
Basic Channel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
48th St. Collective,
Young Marble Giants,
Minny Pops,
The Cramps,
Easy Going,
Minutemen,
Half Japanese,
Terry Callier,
Panda Bear,
Buzzcocks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brass Construction,
Echospace,
Aswad,
The Associates,
Marine Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Dennis Brown,
Skriet,
Jerry's Kids,
The Trojans,
Jawbox,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eurythmics,
Severed Heads,
Graham Central Station,
Simply Red,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bauhaus,
One Last Wish,
Deakin,
L. Decosne,
the Slits,
The Mighty Diamonds,
ABC,
Cluster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Last Poets,
Tubeway Army,
Khruangbin,
The Divine Comedy,
Index,
Saccharine Trust,
Talk Talk,
Brand Nubian,
the Germs,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.