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 Tonga and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jacob Miller to the disco 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Neil Young,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ice-T,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marine Girls,
Steve Hackett,
The Monochrome Set,
Gastr Del Sol,
Das Ding,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Circle Jerks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Guru Guru,
Q65,
John Coltrane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Skarface,
Joe Smooth,
Sex Pistols,
Grey Daturas,
Hasil Adkins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Don Cherry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Underground Resistance,
Sonny Sharrock,
Funky Four + One,
The Slackers,
Joe Finger,
Q and Not U,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Names,
Boogie Down Productions,
Howard Jones,
Negative Approach,
Soulsonic Force,
The Smoke,
June Days,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
These Immortal Souls,
Vladislav Delay,
Rosa Yemen,
Matthew Bourne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nils Olav,
Wings,
The Gap Band,
JFA,
Pole,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scrapy,
Con Funk Shun,
Mantronix,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.