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 Norway and from Johannesburg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sex Pistols to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Rufus Thomas,
Slick Rick,
Jandek,
Fatback Band,
The Blackbyrds,
The Last Poets,
The Skatalites,
X-Ray Spex,
Technova,
FM Einheit,
The Evens,
Scrapy,
Black Moon,
The Names,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Zapp,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soft Machine,
Pantytec,
La Düsseldorf,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kas Product,
Ten City,
Bang On A Can,
Funky Four + One,
The Gories,
Sällskapet,
Barrington Levy,
Sparks,
The Raincoats,
Massinfluence,
The New Christs,
Slave,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mighty Diamonds,
In Retrospect,
One Last Wish,
Faraquet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Circle Jerks,
Yaz,
Howard Jones,
Idris Muhammad,
Matthew Halsall,
U.S. Maple,
Jawbox,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kurtis Blow,
The Walker Brothers,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed,
Fear,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Green,
Trumans Water,
The Knickerbockers,
Ossler,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.