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 Croatia and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Aloha Tigers 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills 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?
Roxy Music,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fat Boys,
Accadde A,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Wyatt,
Jawbox,
Darondo,
Charles Mingus,
X-101,
Funkadelic,
Aural Exciters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cecil Taylor,
The Grass Roots,
Toni Rubio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Names,
the Association,
Eden Ahbez,
Al Stewart,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hardrive,
The Seeds,
Intrusion,
Unwound,
A Certain Ratio,
Gregory Isaacs,
Guru Guru,
The Angels of Light,
Bush Tetras,
Grandmaster Flash,
Basic Channel,
Bluetip,
Deakin,
New York Dolls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Y Pants,
Livin' Joy,
The Saints,
La Düsseldorf,
Jandek,
The Toasters,
Lungfish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
One Last Wish,
Wings,
World's Most,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kevin Saunderson,
MDC,
Nick Fraelich,
Franke,
Niagra,
The Victims,
Sight & Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Godley & Creme,
Hasil Adkins,
Deepchord,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.