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 Oman and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Monks to the rap 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Spandau Ballet,
Jacob Miller,
China Crisis,
Gang Starr,
The Standells,
48th St. Collective,
Frankie Knuckles,
Newcleus,
Country Teasers,
D'Angelo,
Heaven 17,
The Pop Group,
Moby Grape,
Erasure,
Quadrant,
Spoonie Gee,
The Black Dice,
B.T. Express,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sparks,
Public Enemy,
Ten City,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rapeman,
Moebius,
the Association,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fatback Band,
Yazoo,
Mr. Review,
The American Breed,
Television,
Warren Ellis,
Rosa Yemen,
Vainqueur,
The Trojans,
The Doors,
Porter Ricks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Lydon,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun City Girls,
Colin Newman,
The Blackbyrds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Angry Samoans,
Sonic Youth,
Ultra Naté,
Marcia Griffiths,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fat Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed,
Stiv Bators,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.