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 Comoros and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Hot Snakes to the grime 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
ABC,
June Days,
John Foxx,
The Modern Lovers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sandy B,
Ludus,
Pagans,
Audionom,
The Trojans,
T.S.O.L.,
Andrew Hill,
Reuben Wilson,
Mantronix,
Hasil Adkins,
Niagra,
Maleditus Sound,
The Smiths,
Roy Ayers,
Loose Ends,
Letta Mbulu,
Wolf Eyes,
Warsaw,
Japan,
Pole,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Motorama,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yellowson,
The Tremeloes,
The Pretty Things,
James White and The Blacks,
Accadde A,
Radio Birdman,
Piero Umiliani,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Patti Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
Liliput,
Charles Mingus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Clear Light,
The Busters,
Banda Bassotti,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hardrive,
Marcia Griffiths,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
China Crisis,
MC5,
Guru Guru,
The Doobie Brothers,
10cc,
The Misunderstood,
Thee Headcoats,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.