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 Estonia and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Television to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Scion,
Country Teasers,
Sun Ra,
Bush Tetras,
The Gories,
T.S.O.L.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mo-Dettes,
Kayak,
Visage,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
48th St. Collective,
Massinfluence,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Malaria!,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Index,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Wyatt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
These Immortal Souls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Zero Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joensuu 1685,
Kerri Chandler,
Ornette Coleman,
Steve Hackett,
Soft Cell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Judy Mowatt,
Deadbeat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nils Olav,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Make Up,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jerry's Kids,
Marvin Gaye,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
cv313,
Nico,
The Leaves,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Kinks,
The Raincoats,
The Doobie Brothers,
Slick Rick,
The Last Poets,
Altered Images,
The American Breed,
Carl Craig,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lyres,
Lungfish,
Albert Ayler,
The Birthday Party,
Soul II Soul,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.