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 Kosovo and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 The Fortunes to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
David Axelrod,
Alice Coltrane,
Marvin Gaye,
Janne Schatter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blake Baxter,
Moss Icon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alton Ellis,
Maurizio,
Sonic Youth,
Youth Brigade,
Colin Newman,
The Victims,
Silicon Teens,
Bootsy Collins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Invisible,
Television,
Slave,
Subhumans,
Sex Pistols,
Urselle,
Archie Shepp,
the Human League,
AZ,
Black Moon,
Skriet,
Intrusion,
The Modern Lovers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Hood,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cymande,
Rod Modell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Saccharine Trust,
John Lydon,
Bobby Sherman,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gap Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Infiniti,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Starr,
David Bowie,
Todd Rundgren,
Jacob Miller,
Japan,
FM Einheit,
Aloha Tigers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pierre Henry,
The Raincoats,
The Birthday Party,
Wings,
Johnny Osbourne,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.