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 Nepal and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Zapp to the rap 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Gastr Del Sol,
Television,
Rufus Thomas,
Connie Case,
the Association,
Franke,
Absolute Body Control,
Dual Sessions,
Crime,
Maurizio,
D'Angelo,
Lightning Bolt,
Deepchord,
Parry Music,
Electric Prunes,
Silicon Teens,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Colin Newman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Prince Buster,
Stetsasonic,
Main Source,
Graham Central Station,
Carl Craig,
The Fortunes,
ABC,
Gang Starr,
Drexciya,
Roxy Music,
The Mojo Men,
In Retrospect,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sound,
Moby Grape,
Joey Negro,
The Tremeloes,
the Swans,
Sarah Menescal,
The American Breed,
Brand Nubian,
The Skatalites,
The Invisible,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Second Layer,
Robert Görl,
Monolake,
Mad Mike,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The J.B.'s,
Banda Bassotti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fear,
Buzzcocks,
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Hood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fuzztones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Panda Bear,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.