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 Palau 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Circle Jerks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
X-102,
Pussy Galore,
The Durutti Column,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oblivians,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mark Hollis,
The Cramps,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gories,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Misunderstood,
The Mummies,
Jawbox,
Wolf Eyes,
Animal Collective,
Delta 5,
Deadbeat,
Joe Finger,
the Soft Cell,
JFA,
Alphaville,
Minor Threat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Blues Magoos,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New Age Steppers,
Simply Red,
Pole,
Lungfish,
Jeff Mills,
Kenny Larkin,
Deepchord,
Stetsasonic,
Fat Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Connie Case,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fortunes,
Eurythmics,
Barry Ungar,
Altered Images,
Dave Gahan,
The Happenings,
Ronan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dennis Brown,
X-101,
The Techniques,
World's Most,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Duran Duran,
Black Sheep,
Camberwell Now,
Delon & Dalcan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
CMW,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.