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 Kuwait and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 Minutemen to the jazz 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Mars,
Darondo,
The Grass Roots,
Au Pairs,
The Zeros,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
U.S. Maple,
David Bowie,
Robert Görl,
Cheater Slicks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Spoonie Gee,
James Chance & The Contortions,
48th St. Collective,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terry Callier,
Don Cherry,
The Standells,
Youth Brigade,
The Toasters,
Negative Approach,
Khruangbin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flash Fearless,
The Buckinghams,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camberwell Now,
Supertramp,
Erasure,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gap Band,
the Germs,
Quadrant,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang of Four,
Eddi Front,
Bluetip,
Glambeats Corp.,
Excepter,
Sugar Minott,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Barracudas,
Gong,
FM Einheit,
Roger Hodgson,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Happenings,
Gregory Isaacs,
Matthew Halsall,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
UT,
Magma,
The Motions,
Jeff Lynne,
Vainqueur,
Absolute Body Control,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.