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 Guinea-Bissau and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Lower 48 to the crunk 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Matthew Halsall,
The Birthday Party,
Outsiders,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bluetip,
Stereo Dub,
Patti Smith,
Alison Limerick,
Deadbeat,
The Seeds,
Schoolly D,
MDC,
Khruangbin,
Piero Umiliani,
cv313,
Zero Boys,
The Slackers,
Agent Orange,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aswad,
Saccharine Trust,
Kayak,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crispy Ambulance,
Josef K,
Delta 5,
L. Decosne,
Minny Pops,
Livin' Joy,
Pulsallama,
Pere Ubu,
T.S.O.L.,
Stetsasonic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terry Callier,
Rod Modell,
Pierre Henry,
The Beau Brummels,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mars,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeff Mills,
Banda Bassotti,
The Black Dice,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Görl,
Qualms,
10cc,
Iggy Pop,
Quadrant,
Wire,
Arthur Verocai,
Audionom,
Mission of Burma,
Althea and Donna,
Talk Talk,
Bill Near,
The Leaves,
The Human League,
Lalann,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ice-T,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.