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 Djibouti and from Salvador.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Pretty Things to the grime 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners 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?
Radiohead,
Janne Schatter,
Essential Logic,
Warren Ellis,
Easy Going,
The Skatalites,
Idris Muhammad,
Bad Manners,
Organ,
Aswad,
The Gun Club,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Grass Roots,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
FM Einheit,
Pharoah Sanders,
Masters at Work,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David Bowie,
Sam Rivers,
Wire,
Boredoms,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Doors,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
One Last Wish,
Charles Mingus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Depeche Mode,
Metal Thangz,
Make Up,
The Remains,
H. Thieme,
Nation of Ulysses,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-Ray Spex,
The Five Americans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eurythmics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Durutti Column,
Alison Limerick,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Hood,
Wolf Eyes,
Procol Harum,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Real Kids,
Electric Prunes,
The Cramps,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
EPMD,
Desert Stars,
The Monks,
The Smiths,
Unwound,
Animal Collective,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tomorrow,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.