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 Solomon Islands 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Misunderstood to the disco 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Cal Tjader,
Fluxion,
LL Cool J,
John Coltrane,
Don Cherry,
The Fire Engines,
Rod Modell,
Scrapy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ossler,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed,
The Gladiators,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang Starr,
Fela Kuti,
Jacques Brel,
Con Funk Shun,
JFA,
MC5,
Ken Boothe,
Isaac Hayes,
Bluetip,
Smog,
Lyres,
The Leaves,
Suicide,
The Gories,
Scott Walker,
Symarip,
Vainqueur,
the Human League,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joensuu 1685,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dead C,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bill Wells,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric Dolphy,
Warren Ellis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Max Romeo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hoover,
Los Fastidios,
Banda Bassotti,
Pagans,
Donald Byrd,
R.M.O.,
Henry Cow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Supertramp,
Pantaleimon,
Livin' Joy,
Half Japanese,
Matthew Bourne,
Essential Logic,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.