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 Palau and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Lou Reed 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 Shadows of Knight to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vainqueur,
The United States of America,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cameo,
A Certain Ratio,
10cc,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Sherman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quantec,
The Mojo Men,
Throbbing Gristle,
Interpol,
Fugazi,
Lindisfarne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Japan,
Lalo Schifrin,
EPMD,
Prince Buster,
Warsaw,
Skarface,
Barrington Levy,
Cecil Taylor,
Radiopuhelimet,
Altered Images,
Wire,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Al Stewart,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minor Threat,
Basic Channel,
Marmalade,
Liliput,
Guru Guru,
Stereo Dub,
Arthur Verocai,
Dennis Brown,
Mission of Burma,
David McCallum,
Parry Music,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Beau Brummels,
Niagra,
Chris Corsano,
Susan Cadogan,
Whodini,
Massinfluence,
Aswad,
Urselle,
The Seeds,
Dawn Penn,
Cheater Slicks,
Maleditus Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
The Wake,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.