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 Belize and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Durutti Column to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Peter and Kerry,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dirtbombs,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Names,
H. Thieme,
Youth Brigade,
David Bowie,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yaz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Matthew Bourne,
Eurythmics,
Inner City,
Fela Kuti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crime,
Ludus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Talk Talk,
The Music Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grauzone,
Wally Richardson,
The Sonics,
Darondo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Slick Rick,
Interpol,
The Velvet Underground,
Bill Near,
The Knickerbockers,
Lalann,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grey Daturas,
Brothers Johnson,
Banda Bassotti,
Deakin,
The Monochrome Set,
Terry Callier,
Marcia Griffiths,
Zapp,
Make Up,
Sixth Finger,
The Blues Magoos,
This Heat,
Blancmange,
Jeff Lynne,
Oneida,
Ponytail,
John Lydon,
Suburban Knight,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Electric Prunes,
China Crisis,
Funkadelic,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.