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 Latvia and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Althea and Donna to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
The Evens,
The Skatalites,
the Fania All-Stars,
Newcleus,
Pere Ubu,
Masters at Work,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scrapy,
Scratch Acid,
Yazoo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mr. Review,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed,
Spoonie Gee,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sam Rivers,
Bootsy Collins,
the Bar-Kays,
Theoretical Girls,
Das Ding,
Skarface,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Byron Stingily,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jerry's Kids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Basic Channel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alice Coltrane,
Kaleidoscope,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Slits,
The J.B.'s,
Bluetip,
The Move,
The Seeds,
B.T. Express,
The Sonics,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Green,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Inner City,
Clear Light,
Leonard Cohen,
Circle Jerks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Q and Not U,
The Fugs,
Silicon Teens,
Rhythm & Sound,
Massinfluence,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sugar Minott,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.