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 Niger and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Joe Finger to the crunk 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pierre Henry,
Jeff Lynne,
Delta 5,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
AZ,
Davy DMX,
Quadrant,
Heaven 17,
The Blackbyrds,
Terry Callier,
The New Christs,
Unrelated Segments,
The Blues Magoos,
The Birthday Party,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
ABC,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roger Hodgson,
Judy Mowatt,
Charles Mingus,
Subhumans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Real Kids,
Simply Red,
Warren Ellis,
Amazonics,
Warsaw,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tomorrow,
Kenny Larkin,
Dark Day,
Brass Construction,
Oblivians,
Ornette Coleman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stetsasonic,
Vainqueur,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ponytail,
Can,
Reagan Youth,
Mars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun City Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Marc Almond,
8 Eyed Spy,
Animal Collective,
Severed Heads,
The Cure,
Mandrill,
CMW,
The Raincoats,
T.S.O.L.,
La Düsseldorf,
Maleditus Sound,
World's Most,
Spandau Ballet,
Drexciya,
Sister Nancy,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.