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 Morocco and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare 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 Warren Ellis to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mad Mike,
Bill Wells,
Shuggie Otis,
Aaron Thompson,
the Bar-Kays,
Skriet,
Flash Fearless,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sound,
Chrome,
The Tremeloes,
Yazoo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Electric Prunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Magma,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Desert Stars,
The Fall,
Fugazi,
The Monochrome Set,
Animal Collective,
Freddie Wadling,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Kinks,
The Black Dice,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Easy Going,
Popol Vuh,
Cheater Slicks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brass Construction,
Joe Finger,
The Blues Magoos,
Bill Near,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott Heron,
Maurizio,
Peter & Gordon,
Thompson Twins,
Letta Mbulu,
Tim Buckley,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lalann,
Sixth Finger,
Index,
Barry Ungar,
The Misunderstood,
Hardrive,
Suburban Knight,
Big Daddy Kane,
Patti Smith,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.