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 Kazakhstan and from Accra.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 Skatalites to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Lower 48,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Public Enemy,
Davy DMX,
Cameo,
Sound Behaviour,
Loose Ends,
The Remains,
Ultra Naté,
Charles Mingus,
The Gun Club,
Chrome,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brothers Johnson,
Eli Mardock,
Moss Icon,
Roxette,
Ken Boothe,
The Victims,
Second Layer,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare,
Rekid,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eurythmics,
Rufus Thomas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeff Mills,
Prince Buster,
David Axelrod,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Letta Mbulu,
The Birthday Party,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Sheep,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tears for Fears,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Soft Cell,
The Monks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bang On A Can,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sonics,
Minny Pops,
The Pretty Things,
the Association,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yazoo,
Al Stewart,
Smog,
Mandrill,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.