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 Madagascar and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Severed Heads 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
The Searchers,
Joe Finger,
Pylon,
Soft Cell,
Monks,
Metal Thangz,
The Fire Engines,
James White and The Blacks,
Panda Bear,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Wyatt,
Lalann,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Thee Headcoats,
The Doors,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ohio Players,
Average White Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Depeche Mode,
Fugazi,
John Coltrane,
Heaven 17,
Tommy Roe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oneida,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Hardrive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ten City,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Remains,
Moby Grape,
Index,
The Durutti Column,
The J.B.'s,
Public Enemy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moss Icon,
Pantaleimon,
Guru Guru,
Black Pus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Warsaw,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Birthday Party,
Yellowson,
EPMD,
Altered Images,
Camberwell Now,
David McCallum,
Circle Jerks,
The Sound,
Amon Düül,
Whodini,
The Doobie Brothers,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.