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 Comoros and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Roxy Music to the electroclash 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Babytalk,
Rod Modell,
Nirvana,
Stiv Bators,
Silicon Teens,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
June Days,
Rosa Yemen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Colin Newman,
Patti Smith,
Max Romeo,
Wire,
Underground Resistance,
Little Man,
Sugar Minott,
Goldenarms,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Circle Jerks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Spoonie Gee,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
Malaria!,
Los Fastidios,
Ituana,
Unwound,
AZ,
DNA,
OOIOO,
Janne Schatter,
Mandrill,
Surgeon,
Excepter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Suicide,
Amon Düül,
Icehouse,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Warsaw,
Saccharine Trust,
Susan Cadogan,
Mr. Review,
Au Pairs,
Roxy Music,
Monolake,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tres Demented,
Sixth Finger,
Khruangbin,
Derrick May,
Cheater Slicks,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Glenn Branca,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.