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 Swaziland and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The J.B.'s,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Angels of Light,
The Fugs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kurtis Blow,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Bananas,
Terry Callier,
The Offenders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stetsasonic,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed,
The Fortunes,
Rites of Spring,
Pere Ubu,
Rakim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Y Pants,
The Beau Brummels,
Nirvana,
Visage,
The Invisible,
Fela Kuti,
Aloha Tigers,
Archie Shepp,
Max Romeo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Niagra,
Slave,
Arab on Radar,
The Divine Comedy,
Donald Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Babytalk,
The Stooges,
Pierre Henry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Can,
Basic Channel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Model 500,
Tim Buckley,
David McCallum,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sixth Finger,
The Barracudas,
The Smoke,
Icehouse,
The Wake,
Minny Pops,
Echospace,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ituana,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.