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 Spain and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Livin' Joy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Andrew Hill,
the Bar-Kays,
Surgeon,
Grey Daturas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
B.T. Express,
Boredoms,
Eddi Front,
Flipper,
The Associates,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Sheep,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
Terry Callier,
Rotary Connection,
Intrusion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ohio Players,
Agent Orange,
MC5,
Judy Mowatt,
Ponytail,
Eric Copeland,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Motions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Holt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Byron Stingily,
Jeff Mills,
F. McDonald,
X-101,
OOIOO,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harry Pussy,
Max Romeo,
Metal Thangz,
Mantronix,
Carl Craig,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Smoke,
Dawn Penn,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Minutemen,
Royal Trux,
Roger Hodgson,
Funkadelic,
John Foxx,
Johnny Clarke,
Oneida,
The United States of America,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Saints,
World's Most,
Albert Ayler,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.