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 Niger and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Tom Verlaine 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 The Smiths to the jazz 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cymande,
James White and The Blacks,
Andrew Hill,
Little Man,
Marcia Griffiths,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Slits,
the Human League,
Technova,
Barclay James Harvest,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Erykah Badu,
Roy Ayers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fuzztones,
The Saints,
Cameo,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
FM Einheit,
Josef K,
Colin Newman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
LL Cool J,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cramps,
Electric Prunes,
Nik Kershaw,
The Tremeloes,
X-Ray Spex,
The Seeds,
Japan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Erasure,
Cheater Slicks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Christie,
Morten Harket,
The Stooges,
The Last Poets,
Subhumans,
Anakelly,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sam Rivers,
Intrusion,
Hashim,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Man Parrish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Girls At Our Best!,
David McCallum,
Make Up,
Kevin Saunderson,
a-ha,
Letta Mbulu,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.