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 Denmark and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ten City,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fluxion,
Y Pants,
The Mummies,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terry Callier,
PIL,
Prince Buster,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cure,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fugs,
Gong,
Roy Ayers,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Womack,
Don Cherry,
The Remains,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Andrew Hill,
Pantytec,
Icehouse,
Drexciya,
Man Parrish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
U.S. Maple,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Blues Magoos,
The Happenings,
Lindisfarne,
The Knickerbockers,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Sherman,
Davy DMX,
Schoolly D,
Soft Cell,
Harry Pussy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sparks,
The Doors,
Barry Ungar,
The New Christs,
The Buckinghams,
The Walker Brothers,
The United States of America,
Sugar Minott,
Jacob Miller,
the Sonics,
Tom Boy,
The J.B.'s,
The Blackbyrds,
Sexual Harrassment,
New Order,
Royal Trux,
Livin' Joy,
Zero Boys,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.