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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Donald Fagen 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 Underground Resistance to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Television,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Accadde A,
The Move,
The Searchers,
Suburban Knight,
Second Layer,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Junior Murvin,
Matthew Bourne,
JFA,
The Modern Lovers,
Leonard Cohen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Magma,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Audionom,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Laurel Aitken,
Cecil Taylor,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ice-T,
Max Romeo,
Robert Hood,
The New Christs,
Pylon,
Pantytec,
The Human League,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Howard Jones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DJ Sneak,
Neil Young,
Don Cherry,
Lyres,
Glenn Branca,
The Alarm Clocks,
Chris & Cosey,
Masters at Work,
The Fugs,
DNA,
Ludus,
Bang On A Can,
Duran Duran,
Sparks,
Eden Ahbez,
Underground Resistance,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Wyatt,
Royal Trux,
The Slits,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Byrd,
X-102,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Warsaw,
T. Rex,
Panda Bear,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.