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 Lebanon and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Soft Cell,
One Last Wish,
the Slits,
Cameo,
The Misunderstood,
Sonny Sharrock,
Panda Bear,
Bizarre Inc.,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fuzztones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rapeman,
FM Einheit,
Alice Coltrane,
Vainqueur,
Hashim,
Blossom Toes,
Joe Smooth,
Connie Case,
Quando Quango,
Television,
David Axelrod,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Tremeloes,
Nico,
Sugar Minott,
The Red Krayola,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brand Nubian,
Archie Shepp,
Susan Cadogan,
MC5,
Radiohead,
Aloha Tigers,
Little Man,
The Names,
Unwound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Patti Smith,
Blake Baxter,
Das Ding,
Lungfish,
Visage,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric Copeland,
Section 25,
Johnny Clarke,
Moebius,
The Smiths,
John Holt,
The Fire Engines,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dave Gahan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DJ Sneak,
Mo-Dettes,
Prince Buster,
Lightning Bolt,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.