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 Colombia and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 10cc to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Scott Walker,
Letta Mbulu,
Mission of Burma,
David McCallum,
The Toasters,
Camberwell Now,
The Zeros,
Ken Boothe,
Kenny Larkin,
Nick Fraelich,
Pierre Henry,
Heaven 17,
the Germs,
Pantaleimon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vainqueur,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sight & Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultra Naté,
the Human League,
Royal Trux,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
R.M.O.,
The Fortunes,
Peter and Kerry,
E-Dancer,
Warsaw,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Happenings,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers,
Wally Richardson,
The Wake,
Patti Smith,
LL Cool J,
Erykah Badu,
Goldenarms,
The Mojo Men,
MC5,
Radio Birdman,
Malaria!,
Bill Wells,
Black Moon,
Fela Kuti,
The Blues Magoos,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Names,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Grass Roots,
Duran Duran,
The Evens,
Brothers Johnson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hot Snakes,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.