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 Vietnam and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Nick Fraelich to the grime 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Public Image Ltd.,
E-Dancer,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Womack,
Camberwell Now,
Cheater Slicks,
Sällskapet,
The Leaves,
Depeche Mode,
Mark Hollis,
Morten Harket,
Ultravox,
David Bowie,
The Gun Club,
Shoche,
Eric Dolphy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gap Band,
Tommy Roe,
Tres Demented,
Barbara Tucker,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Guru Guru,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neil Young,
Eden Ahbez,
China Crisis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camouflage,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ten City,
The Kinks,
The Pop Group,
Lungfish,
Don Cherry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pussy Galore,
Lower 48,
Kas Product,
The Buckinghams,
the Soft Cell,
Eve St. Jones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
T.S.O.L.,
Girls At Our Best!,
DNA,
Rod Modell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Görl,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moebius,
The Last Poets,
Slick Rick,
Black Pus,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.