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 Uzbekistan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Kevin Saunderson to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
The Stooges,
Minny Pops,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tom Boy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marcia Griffiths,
Faraquet,
Thee Headcoats,
Yaz,
Marmalade,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minor Threat,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun City Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
LL Cool J,
Lakeside,
Essential Logic,
Jeff Lynne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Index,
Girls At Our Best!,
Zero Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hoover,
Cal Tjader,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radio Birdman,
Graham Central Station,
The Offenders,
Electric Prunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gichy Dan,
Mark Hollis,
Cheater Slicks,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Pretty Things,
Mission of Burma,
Siglo XX,
Crash Course in Science,
Brick,
John Foxx,
Country Teasers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Can,
Talk Talk,
Eric Dolphy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Happenings,
The Searchers,
Soft Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barrington Levy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
Andrew Hill,
Thompson Twins,
Rekid,
Deepchord,
Kayak,
Buzzcocks,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.