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 Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Mark Hollis to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Barbara Tucker,
The Angels of Light,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed,
Sex Pistols,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Popol Vuh,
Gong,
Marshall Jefferson,
Surgeon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nirvana,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Black Dice,
Jeff Mills,
Alton Ellis,
Inner City,
The Misunderstood,
Arab on Radar,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flipper,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pierre Henry,
The Monks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skriet,
Faraquet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
Al Stewart,
Josef K,
the Sonics,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roy Ayers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultimate Spinach,
Althea and Donna,
Barry Ungar,
Young Marble Giants,
The Slackers,
Roxy Music,
Lindisfarne,
Fela Kuti,
Dennis Brown,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Infiniti,
The Move,
AZ,
Kayak,
Flash Fearless,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Invisible,
Glambeats Corp.,
Panda Bear,
The Names,
Magma,
Loose Ends,
Kaleidoscope,
Eurythmics,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.