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 Lithuania and from Hong Kong.
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 Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 The Cowsills to the electroclash 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Howard Jones,
The Modern Lovers,
Quantec,
The Techniques,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
ABC,
Television,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marmalade,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wally Richardson,
PIL,
48th St. Collective,
Andrew Hill,
The Grass Roots,
One Last Wish,
R.M.O.,
Brothers Johnson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Coltrane,
Black Sheep,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Darondo,
Half Japanese,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Hood,
X-102,
the Slits,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Byrd,
Monks,
Radiohead,
Radiopuhelimet,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fall,
June Days,
Erykah Badu,
Severed Heads,
Radio Birdman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Colin Newman,
Second Layer,
Gichy Dan,
Inner City,
Letta Mbulu,
Joe Finger,
Aaron Thompson,
Vainqueur,
E-Dancer,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jacob Miller,
The Standells,
The Zeros,
In Retrospect,
The Fire Engines,
L. Decosne,
Grey Daturas,
The Star Department,
Ice-T,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.