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 Palau and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 The Golliwogs to the crunk 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Pussy Galore,
ABBA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Leaves,
Siglo XX,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lyres,
Niagra,
Rod Modell,
Buzzcocks,
Terry Callier,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cheater Slicks,
Quadrant,
Franke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Qualms,
Inner City,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Raincoats,
Absolute Body Control,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scratch Acid,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Funky Four + One,
AZ,
Lalo Schifrin,
Talk Talk,
Johnny Clarke,
The American Breed,
Unrelated Segments,
Jacques Brel,
David Axelrod,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter & Gordon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Livin' Joy,
Kerri Chandler,
The Beau Brummels,
World's Most,
Mr. Review,
The Slackers,
The Gap Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Warren Ellis,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Zeros,
The Blackbyrds,
the Germs,
The Smiths,
The United States of America,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
LL Cool J,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Stooges,
The Cramps,
L. Decosne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.