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 Malawi and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 David Bowie 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 Magazine 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Oblivians,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Clear Light,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flipper,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pussy Galore,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chrome,
8 Eyed Spy,
Surgeon,
Howard Jones,
Rakim,
Severed Heads,
Junior Murvin,
Glambeats Corp.,
H. Thieme,
DNA,
The Durutti Column,
The Detroit Cobras,
Skarface,
Anakelly,
Minor Threat,
the Bar-Kays,
The Black Dice,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stereo Dub,
Vainqueur,
Susan Cadogan,
Roxy Music,
The Stooges,
Joensuu 1685,
Cal Tjader,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terry Callier,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Kinks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Public Enemy,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gladiators,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grauzone,
Easy Going,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Todd Terry,
The Offenders,
The J.B.'s,
Flamin' Groovies,
Icehouse,
Sex Pistols,
Angry Samoans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scan 7,
The Divine Comedy,
Mandrill,
Slick Rick,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.