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 France and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
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 linndrum 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 MC5 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Metal Thangz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Swans,
Camberwell Now,
Harmonia,
Swell Maps,
The Tremeloes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cymande,
Pulsallama,
Bob Dylan,
Black Sheep,
Procol Harum,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aloha Tigers,
Fluxion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wasted Youth,
Heaven 17,
Slave,
Skarface,
Rod Modell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Liliput,
Aaron Thompson,
Boz Scaggs,
Easy Going,
Circle Jerks,
Althea and Donna,
Whodini,
Fatback Band,
The Doors,
Electric Prunes,
The Red Krayola,
Suicide,
Pole,
Lakeside,
Lalann,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flash Fearless,
Pagans,
Moss Icon,
Unrelated Segments,
Spoonie Gee,
Stiv Bators,
Icehouse,
Piero Umiliani,
Ossler,
The Cramps,
The Monochrome Set,
James White and The Blacks,
Barry Ungar,
ABC,
The Barracudas,
Fela Kuti,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.