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 Serbia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the punk 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Scan 7,
Dawn Penn,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Starr,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Byrd,
Frankie Knuckles,
E-Dancer,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joe Smooth,
Mad Mike,
Technova,
Aswad,
Fat Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Amazonics,
Boredoms,
Sonic Youth,
The Young Rascals,
John Coltrane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-Ray Spex,
Siglo XX,
John Cale,
Saccharine Trust,
Minutemen,
The Grass Roots,
Joyce Sims,
Jawbox,
The Monochrome Set,
Sister Nancy,
Parry Music,
Panda Bear,
Groovy Waters,
Newcleus,
The Victims,
Charles Mingus,
Quadrant,
Deepchord,
Skriet,
Motorama,
The Index,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fire Engines,
Max Romeo,
The Music Machine,
Heaven 17,
Joey Negro,
Drexciya,
Model 500,
Anthony Braxton,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scientists,
The Stooges,
Godley & Creme,
Fugazi,
Pagans,
The Skatalites,
Jerry's Kids,
Kurtis Blow,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.