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 Taiwan 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 U.S. Maple to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Excepter,
Smog,
Lower 48,
Nico,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Hood,
The Beau Brummels,
Maleditus Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ronnie Foster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Connie Case,
Soul Sonic Force,
Q65,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kas Product,
Tomorrow,
Duran Duran,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Byrd,
Deakin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Visage,
David McCallum,
The Martian,
Barbara Tucker,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tom Boy,
The Blues Magoos,
Crooked Eye,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yaz,
Whodini,
the Association,
Scan 7,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Divine Comedy,
Altered Images,
Bill Near,
Wire,
Desert Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eurythmics,
CMW,
Ten City,
Camberwell Now,
Alton Ellis,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fortunes,
Dawn Penn,
New Age Steppers,
Skriet,
Sparks,
JFA,
Icehouse,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.