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 Solomon Islands and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 The Grass Roots to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Gregory Isaacs,
Crooked Eye,
Dorothy Ashby,
Slave,
Can,
The Detroit Cobras,
Visage,
Pantytec,
The Last Poets,
Joe Smooth,
John Lydon,
The Blackbyrds,
Scientists,
Royal Trux,
Suburban Knight,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Japan,
Khruangbin,
Eurythmics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Piero Umiliani,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Saints,
DJ Style,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ohio Players,
Peter & Gordon,
The Wake,
Black Sheep,
Rites of Spring,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cheater Slicks,
Motorama,
The Divine Comedy,
Yellowson,
Marvin Gaye,
LL Cool J,
Danielle Patucci,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Index,
Silicon Teens,
the Slits,
Aural Exciters,
Godley & Creme,
Todd Terry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cal Tjader,
The Doors,
Newcleus,
Monks,
Procol Harum,
Gabor Szabo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kevin Saunderson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric Dolphy,
Stetsasonic,
The Mummies,
Lakeside,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barry Ungar,
Mandrill,
A Certain Ratio,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.