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 Estonia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Stockholm Monsters to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
X-102,
Los Fastidios,
Television,
Charles Mingus,
Tubeway Army,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fatback Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Underground Resistance,
Marine Girls,
Yellowson,
Peter and Kerry,
Joey Negro,
ABC,
Infiniti,
Minutemen,
Blancmange,
The Blackbyrds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Birthday Party,
Alphaville,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nick Fraelich,
Kevin Saunderson,
Das Ding,
the Slits,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ossler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sister Nancy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
June Days,
Skarface,
Urselle,
Glambeats Corp.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Womack,
The Moody Blues,
Oneida,
Depeche Mode,
Joe Finger,
Second Layer,
Scan 7,
Lower 48,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Victims,
Minnie Riperton,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Normal,
Schoolly D,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gories,
The J.B.'s,
The Star Department,
Idris Muhammad,
D'Angelo,
Reuben Wilson,
Cluster,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.