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 Macedonia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Moss Icon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Young Marble Giants,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yusef Lateef,
Ituana,
Hardrive,
Wally Richardson,
Bob Dylan,
The Black Dice,
Sound Behaviour,
Alison Limerick,
Funky Four + One,
ABBA,
Gang Starr,
Royal Trux,
Radio Birdman,
MC5,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brothers Johnson,
The New Christs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chrome,
Sam Rivers,
Peter & Gordon,
Essential Logic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dirtbombs,
Jacques Brel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
F. McDonald,
Con Funk Shun,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Andrew Hill,
Black Pus,
The Moleskins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Babytalk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Curtis Mayfield,
A Certain Ratio,
Rotary Connection,
X-102,
Pagans,
Nirvana,
The Selecter,
Bobby Sherman,
The Index,
Skaos,
Bang On A Can,
DNA,
Desert Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Shuggie Otis,
The Slits,
Black Sheep,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harpers Bizarre,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.