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 Barbados and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 The Five Americans to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Rotary Connection,
Warsaw,
Country Teasers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eden Ahbez,
R.M.O.,
Agent Orange,
Dawn Penn,
Easy Going,
Jeff Lynne,
The J.B.'s,
Absolute Body Control,
Bush Tetras,
The Blackbyrds,
Popol Vuh,
AZ,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Residents,
Dual Sessions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sugar Minott,
Chris Corsano,
Danielle Patucci,
The Blues Magoos,
Spandau Ballet,
The Litter,
Tommy Roe,
Deakin,
Nick Fraelich,
Funky Four + One,
Jawbox,
Davy DMX,
Niagra,
Roger Hodgson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wolf Eyes,
Mark Hollis,
Tomorrow,
B.T. Express,
The Smiths,
Young Marble Giants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Duran Duran,
DNA,
Khruangbin,
The Gap Band,
E-Dancer,
Bootsy Collins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jacob Miller,
EPMD,
The Birthday Party,
Joey Negro,
Deadbeat,
The Dead C,
Anakelly,
Hardrive,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joe Finger,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.