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 Sri Lanka and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 David Bowie 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 Fire Engines to the disco 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Ituana,
Alphaville,
The Evens,
Shoche,
The Count Five,
Sugar Minott,
Aural Exciters,
The Last Poets,
The Martian,
Technova,
Liliput,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Lydon,
Iggy Pop,
the Fania All-Stars,
David Bowie,
Funkadelic,
B.T. Express,
Pere Ubu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Monks,
The United States of America,
CMW,
The Raincoats,
Mo-Dettes,
Thee Headcoats,
the Swans,
D'Angelo,
Moss Icon,
Anthony Braxton,
E-Dancer,
Audionom,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Germs,
The Beau Brummels,
Swans,
The Black Dice,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Todd Rundgren,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Searchers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Piero Umiliani,
Marine Girls,
Agitation Free,
The Misunderstood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Pulsallama,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Offenders,
Maurizio,
Joe Smooth,
The Tremeloes,
Country Teasers,
Pierre Henry,
Reuben Wilson,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.