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 Brunei and from Tokyo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 Crispy Ambulance to the rock 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Aswad,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lindisfarne,
The Residents,
Drexciya,
Juan Atkins,
Sound Behaviour,
MDC,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tears for Fears,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kerri Chandler,
Toni Rubio,
The Saints,
Gregory Isaacs,
Albert Ayler,
Tom Boy,
Franke,
LL Cool J,
8 Eyed Spy,
Masters at Work,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ten City,
Procol Harum,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Moleskins,
The Dead C,
Von Mondo,
New York Dolls,
the Human League,
Supertramp,
Cluster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Trojans,
DJ Sneak,
Y Pants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Judy Mowatt,
David McCallum,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Metal Thangz,
Fad Gadget,
Rod Modell,
Suburban Knight,
Cybotron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Misunderstood,
Mark Hollis,
Lakeside,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mo-Dettes,
The Black Dice,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marmalade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Second Layer,
The Monks,
Banda Bassotti,
Yaz,
The Sonics,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.