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 Benin and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Interpol to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Drexciya,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crime,
R.M.O.,
Todd Rundgren,
Suburban Knight,
the Sonics,
Aloha Tigers,
The Zeros,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dual Sessions,
Section 25,
Thompson Twins,
Eurythmics,
David McCallum,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Second Layer,
John Coltrane,
Lucky Dragons,
Public Image Ltd.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joe Smooth,
Andrew Hill,
Hot Snakes,
Wire,
LL Cool J,
Letta Mbulu,
Grauzone,
Fad Gadget,
Dead Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Junior Murvin,
The Pretty Things,
Glambeats Corp.,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Moleskins,
Saccharine Trust,
Soulsonic Force,
Harpers Bizarre,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Wyatt,
Cluster,
Jeff Mills,
The Red Krayola,
Scratch Acid,
Adolescents,
Eli Mardock,
Ten City,
The Names,
The Detroit Cobras,
Juan Atkins,
Mission of Burma,
Lower 48,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.