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 Algeria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 Idris Muhammad to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Gong,
Tomorrow,
The Mummies,
Gang Green,
The Seeds,
Minutemen,
Cheater Slicks,
Oneida,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Leaves,
Von Mondo,
Shoche,
DNA,
Deepchord,
Soulsonic Force,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eve St. Jones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bill Wells,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fire Engines,
Talk Talk,
Derrick May,
Erasure,
Y Pants,
Tres Demented,
Lightning Bolt,
Crispy Ambulance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neil Young,
The Golliwogs,
The Pretty Things,
Marvin Gaye,
Blake Baxter,
Ohio Players,
Mandrill,
The Martian,
The Invisible,
Little Man,
Bobby Womack,
The Blackbyrds,
This Heat,
The Cure,
Young Marble Giants,
Khruangbin,
Eden Ahbez,
Masters at Work,
the Association,
Camberwell Now,
The Motions,
DJ Sneak,
Fad Gadget,
The Busters,
The Evens,
La Düsseldorf,
48th St. Collective,
Quando Quango,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.