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 Ireland 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Susan Cadogan to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Soft Machine,
Ultra Naté,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Main Source,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chris Corsano,
Malaria!,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hasil Adkins,
DJ Style,
Erykah Badu,
Tim Buckley,
Josef K,
Animal Collective,
Chris & Cosey,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fire Engines,
Livin' Joy,
Wolf Eyes,
The Selecter,
The Cramps,
The Evens,
Model 500,
Marshall Jefferson,
OOIOO,
The Wake,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Bluetip,
Ronnie Foster,
CMW,
Alison Limerick,
The New Christs,
The Velvet Underground,
Can,
Boogie Down Productions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pussy Galore,
Deepchord,
Moss Icon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barclay James Harvest,
Iggy Pop,
Ronan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blossom Toes,
Gabor Szabo,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yaz,
Half Japanese,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fuzztones,
The Kinks,
Peter and Kerry,
Minny Pops,
Babytalk,
Maurizio,
The Fortunes,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.