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 Grenada and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Judy Mowatt to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
AZ,
Procol Harum,
Whodini,
Khruangbin,
Wings,
Sällskapet,
Rod Modell,
Jandek,
Jeff Mills,
Kayak,
Soft Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
Negative Approach,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Motions,
Connie Case,
Japan,
Main Source,
The Music Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mummies,
Bauhaus,
Johnny Clarke,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cal Tjader,
Easy Going,
The Sonics,
Radio Birdman,
Roxette,
Davy DMX,
Symarip,
Altered Images,
Fad Gadget,
Aloha Tigers,
Pierre Henry,
Section 25,
Nas,
F. McDonald,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Selecter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ronnie Foster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pussy Galore,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yusef Lateef,
The United States of America,
New York Dolls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lower 48,
Idris Muhammad,
Charles Mingus,
Michelle Simonal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Angry Samoans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ornette Coleman,
Brothers Johnson,
Sonic Youth,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.