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 Jordan and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Birthday Party to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin 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?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yaz,
Drexciya,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marc Almond,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joey Negro,
Rosa Yemen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alison Limerick,
Reagan Youth,
Mandrill,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter & Gordon,
The Human League,
Susan Cadogan,
Sight & Sound,
JFA,
Moebius,
Groovy Waters,
Slick Rick,
Y Pants,
The Moleskins,
U.S. Maple,
Whodini,
Mr. Review,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gladiators,
The Fall,
Ituana,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
Dawn Penn,
Young Marble Giants,
Letta Mbulu,
Patti Smith,
Magazine,
John Holt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mojo Men,
The Associates,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Adolescents,
The Doors,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David Bowie,
June Days,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scientists,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Durutti Column,
Nas,
The Index,
Circle Jerks,
Sam Rivers,
Scratch Acid,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Neon Judgement,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.