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 Mongolia and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
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 chamberlin 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 Lebanon Hanover to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Smog,
Darondo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Second Layer,
Public Enemy,
Moss Icon,
Unwound,
Arthur Verocai,
Make Up,
Fear,
Pulsallama,
Khruangbin,
Motorama,
Rosa Yemen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yellowson,
Stetsasonic,
Quando Quango,
Fugazi,
Jandek,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pierre Henry,
Steve Hackett,
Goldenarms,
Desert Stars,
Marmalade,
Supertramp,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fela Kuti,
Roxette,
Depeche Mode,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Section 25,
Funkadelic,
The Remains,
The Skatalites,
Massinfluence,
Wasted Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Matthew Halsall,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blossom Toes,
The Gories,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minor Threat,
Lindisfarne,
DJ Sneak,
Neu!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Interpol,
Gang Green,
Loose Ends,
Cabaret Voltaire,
La Düsseldorf,
Isaac Hayes,
Jawbox,
Angry Samoans,
The Litter,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.