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 France and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Gap Band 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Spoonie Gee,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nirvana,
Davy DMX,
Derrick Morgan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sight & Sound,
Chrome,
Todd Terry,
Peter & Gordon,
T.S.O.L.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Saccharine Trust,
Siglo XX,
The Last Poets,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mandrill,
Johnny Clarke,
Television,
The Gun Club,
Traffic Nightmare,
Don Cherry,
T. Rex,
Yazoo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Young Marble Giants,
the Normal,
Erykah Badu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Y Pants,
The Seeds,
Thee Headcoats,
Audionom,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camouflage,
Scan 7,
Wolf Eyes,
Rufus Thomas,
UT,
Hardrive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blancmange,
Kas Product,
Harry Pussy,
Amon Düül II,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grey Daturas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Monolake,
Simply Red,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lakeside,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.