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 Croatia and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 Sex Pistols to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Minor Threat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boredoms,
Drexciya,
Ultimate Spinach,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dave Gahan,
Bob Dylan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
Joe Smooth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minutemen,
Groovy Waters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Techniques,
Oblivians,
Pantytec,
Index,
Davy DMX,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Magma,
Rhythm & Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Alphaville,
Yazoo,
Sarah Menescal,
Donald Byrd,
Masters at Work,
Soul II Soul,
Tim Buckley,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Agent Orange,
The Offenders,
Ultra Naté,
Rekid,
Joey Negro,
Peter and Kerry,
Pylon,
The Music Machine,
Lindisfarne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kerri Chandler,
The Doors,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Steve Hackett,
Pole,
Tubeway Army,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chrome,
Rotary Connection,
Negative Approach,
The Names,
Isaac Hayes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Electric Prunes,
Average White Band,
Dawn Penn,
Patti Smith,
Harpers Bizarre,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.