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 Zimbabwe 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Erykah Badu to the crunk 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mandrill,
Iggy Pop,
a-ha,
K-Klass,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tommy Roe,
The Doobie Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
Cymande,
Marshall Jefferson,
In Retrospect,
Brick,
The Golliwogs,
Donny Hathaway,
Malaria!,
Magazine,
Smog,
Aural Exciters,
Ohio Players,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mo-Dettes,
Eurythmics,
The Searchers,
Crash Course in Science,
Ice-T,
Amon Düül,
The Moody Blues,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Lydon,
Leonard Cohen,
Fugazi,
Pantaleimon,
Darondo,
Section 25,
Little Man,
Accadde A,
The Move,
Faust,
La Düsseldorf,
10cc,
Bad Manners,
The Kinks,
Jawbox,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oneida,
The Neon Judgement,
Janne Schatter,
Inner City,
Brand Nubian,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Warsaw,
Kaleidoscope,
Silicon Teens,
Ronnie Foster,
Neil Young,
The Techniques,
Pere Ubu,
Junior Murvin,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.