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 Greece and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Black Bananas to the rock 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Trojans,
Desert Stars,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ice-T,
Average White Band,
Qualms,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sällskapet,
Lindisfarne,
Eli Mardock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Zero Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Al Stewart,
Nico,
Mr. Review,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David Bowie,
Black Moon,
Bush Tetras,
the Association,
Roxy Music,
Monolake,
Newcleus,
Rites of Spring,
Minny Pops,
the Germs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lalann,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The J.B.'s,
Unwound,
Buzzcocks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
Y Pants,
Wire,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Divine Comedy,
Pantytec,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sparks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Japan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Womack,
CMW,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Todd Terry,
Nils Olav,
D'Angelo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
AZ,
EPMD,
Negative Approach,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Connie Case,
Moss Icon,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.