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 Ecuador and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Lou Reed 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ossler,
Bauhaus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barclay James Harvest,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Panda Bear,
Pierre Henry,
Spandau Ballet,
Joey Negro,
Rapeman,
Bobby Womack,
Underground Resistance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Red Krayola,
Metal Thangz,
David Axelrod,
Lou Christie,
The Fire Engines,
Bob Dylan,
Reuben Wilson,
Cal Tjader,
John Coltrane,
John Foxx,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rod Modell,
AZ,
Youth Brigade,
Yaz,
Smog,
Ornette Coleman,
Accadde A,
Heaven 17,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Blues Magoos,
The Victims,
Dead Boys,
Skarface,
Sixth Finger,
Nas,
Sonic Youth,
World's Most,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lalo Schifrin,
A Certain Ratio,
MC5,
Pere Ubu,
Moebius,
Howard Jones,
Zapp,
Dark Day,
The Slits,
Scrapy,
Can,
Surgeon,
Deepchord,
Gong,
Grandmaster Flash,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.