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 Tuvalu and from London.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Tommy Roe to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Junior Murvin,
The Searchers,
the Bar-Kays,
The Human League,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ice-T,
Scratch Acid,
Saccharine Trust,
Don Cherry,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang of Four,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Zapp,
Ludus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Martian,
Interpol,
The Tremeloes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Five Americans,
Accadde A,
The Buckinghams,
Skriet,
Pantaleimon,
Bluetip,
Bizarre Inc.,
Panda Bear,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lyres,
UT,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Womack,
Main Source,
MDC,
Moss Icon,
Minutemen,
Isaac Hayes,
The Smiths,
Make Up,
These Immortal Souls,
Stiv Bators,
LL Cool J,
The Victims,
Donny Hathaway,
Shuggie Otis,
La Düsseldorf,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Banda Bassotti,
Lee Hazlewood,
Erykah Badu,
Liliput,
The Gap Band,
Suburban Knight,
Cheater Slicks,
Mars,
Surgeon,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.