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 the UAE and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Robert Hood to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
The Cure,
H. Thieme,
Susan Cadogan,
Absolute Body Control,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boredoms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Young Rascals,
Little Man,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun Ra,
The Knickerbockers,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Wake,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alphaville,
June Days,
Sight & Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Big Daddy Kane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scan 7,
Amazonics,
Anakelly,
Ken Boothe,
Prince Buster,
Babytalk,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scientists,
Gabor Szabo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Con Funk Shun,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Matthew Halsall,
Duran Duran,
Smog,
Neil Young,
Agent Orange,
Television Personalities,
Davy DMX,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Seeds,
Zero Boys,
the Normal,
T.S.O.L.,
Dawn Penn,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The J.B.'s,
Loose Ends,
The Smiths,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eli Mardock,
Throbbing Gristle,
Subhumans,
The Modern Lovers,
Das Ding,
Quadrant,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hashim,
Colin Newman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.