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 Haiti and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 Joe Finger 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Radio Birdman,
The Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Sonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joensuu 1685,
Eddi Front,
Junior Murvin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gladiators,
Bronski Beat,
Alphaville,
Dawn Penn,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arthur Verocai,
The Smiths,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stereo Dub,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tommy Roe,
Wolf Eyes,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Remains,
Accadde A,
Cameo,
Stetsasonic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flipper,
Albert Ayler,
The Grass Roots,
Laurel Aitken,
Half Japanese,
Amazonics,
R.M.O.,
Guru Guru,
Alton Ellis,
Tubeway Army,
The Happenings,
Nik Kershaw,
Sparks,
Flash Fearless,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Public Image Ltd.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aloha Tigers,
The Velvet Underground,
The Electric Prunes,
Danielle Patucci,
The Kinks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
CMW,
Harpers Bizarre,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kas Product,
Harry Pussy,
The Wake,
cv313,
Gang Green,
Fear,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.