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 Guatemala and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Deadbeat to the dance 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Yaz,
The Golliwogs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Busters,
Fat Boys,
Goldenarms,
The Cowsills,
K-Klass,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Slits,
Negative Approach,
Franke,
Ohio Players,
Man Parrish,
Liliput,
Au Pairs,
The Victims,
Wasted Youth,
Oneida,
Joyce Sims,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Khruangbin,
Davy DMX,
The American Breed,
Alphaville,
Bobby Womack,
Country Teasers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Index,
The Mummies,
Darondo,
Flash Fearless,
Thompson Twins,
Bill Wells,
The Gories,
Symarip,
The Invisible,
The Grass Roots,
the Association,
Joe Finger,
Magazine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Colin Newman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
kango's stein massive,
The Offenders,
Television Personalities,
Deepchord,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boz Scaggs,
Roxette,
Minnie Riperton,
Inner City,
Swans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.