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 China and from Sao Paulo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 Sonny Sharrock to the funk 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Robert Wyatt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Inner City,
Pulsallama,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soft Cell,
Max Romeo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Slits,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Motorama,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nik Kershaw,
Rites of Spring,
The Neon Judgement,
cv313,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter and Kerry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tubeway Army,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hot Snakes,
Black Moon,
Khruangbin,
The Remains,
Maurizio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Al Stewart,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minutemen,
June of 44,
Harmonia,
Kerri Chandler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Hood,
Trumans Water,
Technova,
Amon Düül,
Mo-Dettes,
Dark Day,
Freddie Wadling,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Moody Blues,
Fat Boys,
Black Sheep,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crispian St. Peters,
B.T. Express,
Soul Sonic Force,
The United States of America,
Crime,
Bobby Sherman,
X-102,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.