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 Comoros and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lalann to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radio Birdman,
Lightning Bolt,
John Holt,
Country Teasers,
Kurtis Blow,
The Wake,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Andrew Hill,
Sandy B,
Basic Channel,
Bad Manners,
The Leaves,
The Names,
The Neon Judgement,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Suicide,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Suburban Knight,
Symarip,
John Foxx,
Sparks,
Aswad,
Thompson Twins,
Newcleus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wally Richardson,
Lucky Dragons,
Pantytec,
Faust,
Cecil Taylor,
the Sonics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fugazi,
Moss Icon,
Jacob Miller,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bang On A Can,
Skriet,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Slackers,
Scrapy,
Von Mondo,
Godley & Creme,
The Litter,
Shuggie Otis,
Monks,
The J.B.'s,
Sugar Minott,
The Fire Engines,
Tubeway Army,
Magazine,
Average White Band,
The Real Kids,
Don Cherry,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.