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 Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marmalade to the funk 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Sight & Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Eli Mardock,
Khruangbin,
the Normal,
Camberwell Now,
Pussy Galore,
Arthur Verocai,
Electric Prunes,
Dead Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Visage,
Lalann,
Agent Orange,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dirtbombs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter & Gordon,
The Durutti Column,
Silicon Teens,
Reuben Wilson,
Shuggie Otis,
The Evens,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Public Enemy,
Brass Construction,
DJ Sneak,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radiohead,
Charles Mingus,
The Last Poets,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Desert Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gladiators,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Holt,
Excepter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Slackers,
Organ,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stetsasonic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barrington Levy,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Wyatt,
D'Angelo,
Mantronix,
The Gun Club,
Soft Cell,
The Walker Brothers,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.