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 Botswana and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Guru Guru,
Toni Rubio,
The Residents,
Jeff Lynne,
Public Enemy,
Bootsy Collins,
Lucky Dragons,
ABBA,
Maurizio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Charles Mingus,
Todd Terry,
Boredoms,
Judy Mowatt,
Oblivians,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neu!,
Boogie Down Productions,
One Last Wish,
New Age Steppers,
Unwound,
The Young Rascals,
The Slits,
L. Decosne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pantytec,
Underground Resistance,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rakim,
Derrick May,
Desert Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
Quantec,
Accadde A,
Fugazi,
Joy Division,
Marmalade,
Letta Mbulu,
Blossom Toes,
the Slits,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roxette,
Nils Olav,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
MDC,
Sam Rivers,
Metal Thangz,
China Crisis,
Barrington Levy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Divine Comedy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Smog,
The Gap Band,
Derrick Morgan,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.