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 Paraguay and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 John Lydon to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Byrd,
The Grass Roots,
JFA,
Amon Düül,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Neon Judgement,
A Certain Ratio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Magazine,
The Dead C,
New York Dolls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cymande,
The Motions,
Danielle Patucci,
The Star Department,
Metal Thangz,
the Slits,
Graham Central Station,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Groovy Waters,
Lower 48,
Make Up,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Divine Comedy,
Harmonia,
Mr. Review,
X-Ray Spex,
Joyce Sims,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hoover,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jacques Brel,
The Seeds,
Hardrive,
Brick,
Ken Boothe,
The Pop Group,
La Düsseldorf,
Howard Jones,
The Young Rascals,
Alison Limerick,
John Coltrane,
Sparks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Althea and Donna,
Terry Callier,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter and Kerry,
The Move,
Maurizio,
Warren Ellis,
the Human League,
Eden Ahbez,
The Kinks,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.