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 Tunisia and from Halifax.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 Sound Behaviour to the grime 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Prince Buster,
Nik Kershaw,
Unrelated Segments,
Cluster,
D'Angelo,
Gang Starr,
Fluxion,
Skriet,
F. McDonald,
Little Man,
Sun Ra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Colin Newman,
Mo-Dettes,
Soulsonic Force,
Make Up,
Lyres,
Groovy Waters,
The Toasters,
Ice-T,
Idris Muhammad,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Suburban Knight,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Subhumans,
Reagan Youth,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Coltrane,
This Heat,
The Searchers,
The Misunderstood,
Ronan,
Mr. Review,
The Divine Comedy,
Echospace,
Terrestrial Tones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Au Pairs,
Saccharine Trust,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nico,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sonics,
Pere Ubu,
X-102,
The Flesh Eaters,
Loose Ends,
Toni Rubio,
Eden Ahbez,
Faust,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeff Mills,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Danielle Patucci,
Livin' Joy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scientists,
Lalo Schifrin,
Goldenarms,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.