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 Senegal and from Mumbai.
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 Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet 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 Bang On A Can to the electroclash 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 United States of America,
Piero Umiliani,
Average White Band,
H. Thieme,
The Gories,
Roger Hodgson,
Jandek,
Porter Ricks,
Babytalk,
Bizarre Inc.,
Liliput,
Dennis Brown,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Normal,
Scratch Acid,
the Slits,
Bronski Beat,
The Cowsills,
Sparks,
Excepter,
Stereo Dub,
Dead Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Jeff Lynne,
Slave,
Alison Limerick,
Cal Tjader,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Hood,
The Vogues,
Agent Orange,
PIL,
Cameo,
Scott Walker,
Susan Cadogan,
Rekid,
Curtis Mayfield,
Smog,
The Techniques,
Byron Stingily,
Maurizio,
Television,
The Martian,
U.S. Maple,
Blossom Toes,
Steve Hackett,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Godley & Creme,
The Stooges,
Gang of Four,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Starr,
Skriet,
Moebius,
Amon Düül II,
Josef K,
Sight & Sound,
The Monks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.