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 Bahamas and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
The Birthday Party,
The Motions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bob Dylan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hashim,
Duran Duran,
Scion,
Hardrive,
Mad Mike,
Hasil Adkins,
Motorama,
Grauzone,
Public Enemy,
Malaria!,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Names,
Angry Samoans,
ABBA,
The Electric Prunes,
Harmonia,
Shuggie Otis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rapeman,
Donald Byrd,
Joy Division,
X-Ray Spex,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Archie Shepp,
Yellowson,
Joyce Sims,
Amon Düül II,
Basic Channel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Wake,
Urselle,
The Misunderstood,
Khruangbin,
Sun City Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Jacob Miller,
Delta 5,
Mars,
Nico,
Mandrill,
Sarah Menescal,
Joe Smooth,
Nas,
Saccharine Trust,
Suburban Knight,
Outsiders,
Zapp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radio Birdman,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.