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 Montenegro and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Essential Logic to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
The Dead C,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quantec,
The Angels of Light,
The Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dark Day,
Hardrive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Prince Buster,
Barry Ungar,
Ice-T,
Jeru the Damaja,
Magma,
B.T. Express,
The Gap Band,
Suicide,
Gang Starr,
Al Stewart,
Adolescents,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Offenders,
Con Funk Shun,
Erykah Badu,
Jacob Miller,
Desert Stars,
Howard Jones,
Erasure,
Arcadia,
Grey Daturas,
Don Cherry,
Eve St. Jones,
Tres Demented,
10cc,
Anakelly,
Amazonics,
Mad Mike,
The Monochrome Set,
Johnny Clarke,
Big Daddy Kane,
MDC,
Kas Product,
Alice Coltrane,
Main Source,
Yellowson,
The Mojo Men,
The Beau Brummels,
Schoolly D,
Harry Pussy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moss Icon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boredoms,
Fear,
The Standells,
Tim Buckley,
Little Man,
Derrick May,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.