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 Mali and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin 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 Grey Daturas to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
kango's stein massive,
Siglo XX,
Brass Construction,
The Selecter,
Ultra Naté,
Adolescents,
Sonic Youth,
Wally Richardson,
Shoche,
Black Sheep,
Excepter,
Arab on Radar,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chris Corsano,
Barbara Tucker,
The Electric Prunes,
Fluxion,
Bootsy Collins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eddi Front,
The Motions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bad Manners,
Maleditus Sound,
The Last Poets,
Khruangbin,
Buzzcocks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Model 500,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Association,
The Toasters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rapeman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Sonics,
Marine Girls,
Icehouse,
Massinfluence,
Cybotron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Cale,
Brick,
Janne Schatter,
Erykah Badu,
Symarip,
Chrome,
Sarah Menescal,
Colin Newman,
Hot Snakes,
Roger Hodgson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jandek,
Moby Grape,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.