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 Suriname and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Hardrive to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Derrick Morgan,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Neon Judgement,
Main Source,
Bush Tetras,
the Normal,
Scratch Acid,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Maleditus Sound,
Dark Day,
Rotary Connection,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Max Romeo,
Flipper,
Jimmy McGriff,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skaos,
Reagan Youth,
the Germs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Audionom,
D'Angelo,
The Martian,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Names,
The United States of America,
Public Enemy,
K-Klass,
Arthur Verocai,
Joey Negro,
Bill Near,
The Cramps,
Chrome,
Rufus Thomas,
Amazonics,
Gabor Szabo,
Angry Samoans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Moon,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeff Lynne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ludus,
Masters at Work,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Sherman,
Lungfish,
Morten Harket,
Tubeway Army,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pulsallama,
Soft Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.