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 Libya and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rufus Thomas to the grunge 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
The Knickerbockers,
Chris Corsano,
Camouflage,
Lightning Bolt,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Carl Craig,
Dead Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Main Source,
Jawbox,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Malaria!,
Jerry's Kids,
Ornette Coleman,
Drexciya,
Basic Channel,
Sun City Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Qualms,
Blake Baxter,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fortunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kurtis Blow,
Yellowson,
Essential Logic,
New Order,
B.T. Express,
Minnie Riperton,
Tears for Fears,
The Angels of Light,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yusef Lateef,
Lyres,
Jandek,
The Fall,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Slackers,
Hoover,
The Evens,
The Birthday Party,
Erasure,
Fad Gadget,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Residents,
Soulsonic Force,
Althea and Donna,
The United States of America,
Negative Approach,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Absolute Body Control,
Television Personalities,
Scott Walker,
Sex Pistols,
Camberwell Now,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Motions,
The Mojo Men,
The Black Dice,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.