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 Peru and from London.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 Barrington Levy to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Average White Band,
The Moleskins,
Hot Snakes,
This Heat,
Grey Daturas,
Pantytec,
Soul Sonic Force,
Porter Ricks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jacques Brel,
Colin Newman,
Fad Gadget,
The Knickerbockers,
Alison Limerick,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mission of Burma,
Smog,
Stiv Bators,
Max Romeo,
Peter and Kerry,
Main Source,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Slits,
Infiniti,
The Mummies,
UT,
Magma,
Newcleus,
Sällskapet,
Wings,
H. Thieme,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bootsy Collins,
Slave,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fortunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Banda Bassotti,
Public Enemy,
Anakelly,
The Gories,
Saccharine Trust,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Traffic Nightmare,
Masters at Work,
Brothers Johnson,
Japan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
PIL,
Ice-T,
Eddi Front,
Mo-Dettes,
Marine Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jacob Miller,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.