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 Kuwait and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Henry Cow to the grunge 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Pulsallama,
Quando Quango,
Max Romeo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Anakelly,
Sonic Youth,
Slave,
Quantec,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Last Poets,
Monolake,
Chris & Cosey,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joy Division,
Reuben Wilson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Malaria!,
Delta 5,
Adolescents,
Pere Ubu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Niagra,
Barbara Tucker,
Cheater Slicks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Negative Approach,
OOIOO,
The Leaves,
The Cramps,
Fat Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Fear,
Vainqueur,
Scion,
Trumans Water,
Dave Gahan,
Moss Icon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DJ Style,
Khruangbin,
Depeche Mode,
Albert Ayler,
Qualms,
the Swans,
Bluetip,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ornette Coleman,
Junior Murvin,
The Slits,
Lou Christie,
CMW,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wolf Eyes,
Sex Pistols,
Bronski Beat,
The Young Rascals,
The Monochrome Set,
Nik Kershaw,
Kurtis Blow,
X-101,
Pylon,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.