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 Pakistan and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 Toasters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
KRS-One,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marvin Gaye,
Yusef Lateef,
Prince Buster,
The Vogues,
Nik Kershaw,
The Smoke,
the Sonics,
Ultimate Spinach,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
AZ,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yellowson,
Cecil Taylor,
Juan Atkins,
The Remains,
Tropical Tobacco,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Little Man,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ken Boothe,
Tom Boy,
Eli Mardock,
Maleditus Sound,
The Count Five,
UT,
Das Ding,
Eden Ahbez,
Flash Fearless,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Johnny Clarke,
Laurel Aitken,
Heaven 17,
Excepter,
Metal Thangz,
Public Enemy,
Delta 5,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dave Gahan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Kinks,
Pussy Galore,
Smog,
Blancmange,
Khruangbin,
Bush Tetras,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
ABC,
Jacques Brel,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Porter Ricks,
The Invisible,
Pagans,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.