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 Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Suburban Knight to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Los Fastidios record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
The Durutti Column,
Ornette Coleman,
Sugar Minott,
Unwound,
Peter and Kerry,
Accadde A,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gladiators,
B.T. Express,
The Victims,
Robert Wyatt,
Freddie Wadling,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül,
Black Sheep,
Agitation Free,
Wings,
Pylon,
The Smoke,
Rotary Connection,
The Litter,
The Seeds,
Soul II Soul,
Khruangbin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tears for Fears,
Rod Modell,
The Motions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fortunes,
Marine Girls,
Ludus,
Make Up,
Radio Birdman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bang On A Can,
Sight & Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deadbeat,
The Fugs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Banda Bassotti,
Joensuu 1685,
MC5,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Audionom,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eden Ahbez,
Simply Red,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alton Ellis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marmalade,
Radiopuhelimet,
Con Funk Shun,
Lyres,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Suicide,
Kayak,
MDC,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.