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 Czech Republic and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Scion to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Morten Harket,
The Human League,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Patti Smith,
Glenn Branca,
Qualms,
The Walker Brothers,
Jesper Dahlback,
E-Dancer,
the Bar-Kays,
Sixth Finger,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eurythmics,
June of 44,
Procol Harum,
Grey Daturas,
The Tremeloes,
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare,
Quantec,
Q and Not U,
The Five Americans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Average White Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Bananas,
The Stooges,
X-Ray Spex,
the Sonics,
Warsaw,
DJ Style,
Black Sheep,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yaz,
The Monochrome Set,
Yusef Lateef,
Barry Ungar,
Boredoms,
The Fire Engines,
Isaac Hayes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Icehouse,
Nick Fraelich,
Camouflage,
Flipper,
Theoretical Girls,
Tommy Roe,
The Fall,
Q65,
Derrick Morgan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Arab on Radar,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
the Human League,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moebius,
Gang of Four,
Amazonics,
Johnny Clarke,
Slave,
Soft Machine,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.