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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Calgary.
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 Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eric Dolphy to the jazz 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Joe Smooth,
L. Decosne,
Pole,
Maurizio,
Terry Callier,
Al Stewart,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jandek,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Barracudas,
Hasil Adkins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aaron Thompson,
The Count Five,
The Kinks,
Yusef Lateef,
John Lydon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mantronix,
Suicide,
Roy Ayers,
The Seeds,
Royal Trux,
Arab on Radar,
The Move,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Association,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Porter Ricks,
Reagan Youth,
Siglo XX,
The Names,
Bobby Sherman,
Derrick May,
Urselle,
Archie Shepp,
Subhumans,
Scan 7,
Altered Images,
Con Funk Shun,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Agitation Free,
R.M.O.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pagans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Liliput,
Gerry Rafferty,
Althea and Donna,
Bill Wells,
John Holt,
Soft Cell,
Skarface,
The Sound,
Lungfish,
Janne Schatter,
Underground Resistance,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.