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 Tanzania and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Michael McDonald 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 Wings to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
The Fuzztones,
The Selecter,
Black Sheep,
John Lydon,
Lungfish,
Eden Ahbez,
Subhumans,
Fela Kuti,
Pole,
T. Rex,
Howard Jones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Altered Images,
Scientists,
Dennis Brown,
The Fall,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Human League,
Gong,
This Heat,
Second Layer,
The Blackbyrds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Audionom,
Bill Near,
Mary Jane Girls,
Patti Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Index,
Shoche,
Organ,
The Five Americans,
The Misunderstood,
Barbara Tucker,
Fluxion,
Groovy Waters,
John Holt,
Heaven 17,
Electric Prunes,
Mission of Burma,
The Standells,
Lightning Bolt,
Delta 5,
Cluster,
The Residents,
The Gories,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quantec,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Seeds,
The Vogues,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sight & Sound,
The Cowsills,
Tom Boy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Maleditus Sound,
Jawbox,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.