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 Nauru and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Organ to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Yaz,
Television Personalities,
Sixth Finger,
Deakin,
The Black Dice,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wings,
Ludus,
Donald Byrd,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Beau Brummels,
Khruangbin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
Agitation Free,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Subhumans,
Dead Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hot Snakes,
Skriet,
The Litter,
Arab on Radar,
the Swans,
The Busters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soft Machine,
Eurythmics,
The Mojo Men,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camouflage,
Mission of Burma,
The Saints,
Pussy Galore,
Scrapy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Bar-Kays,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
MDC,
Bill Near,
Scott Walker,
The Velvet Underground,
Negative Approach,
Sam Rivers,
The Gap Band,
Pole,
Joey Negro,
Sun Ra,
Ken Boothe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
Soulsonic Force,
the Slits,
Cluster,
DJ Sneak,
Chris & Cosey,
Von Mondo,
Ornette Coleman,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.