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 Solomon Islands and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Donald Fagen 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the jazz 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Patti Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Al Stewart,
Eric Copeland,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Los Fastidios,
Monolake,
The Trojans,
Panda Bear,
Aural Exciters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pierre Henry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The J.B.'s,
Godley & Creme,
Max Romeo,
Reagan Youth,
Warren Ellis,
Arab on Radar,
Mars,
Robert Hood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gap Band,
Pantaleimon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mad Mike,
Aloha Tigers,
Buzzcocks,
The Gladiators,
The Zeros,
Deadbeat,
Eli Mardock,
The Evens,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radiohead,
Anthony Braxton,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Absolute Body Control,
Livin' Joy,
Fad Gadget,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Iggy Pop,
Tears for Fears,
The Fugs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Duran Duran,
Sight & Sound,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.