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 Somalia and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
David Bowie,
Fad Gadget,
Sun City Girls,
Desert Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cramps,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bang On A Can,
The Move,
Aswad,
Yazoo,
Darondo,
Ituana,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marcia Griffiths,
Albert Ayler,
10cc,
B.T. Express,
The Names,
Organ,
The Zeros,
The Index,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fortunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Pretty Things,
Q65,
Joyce Sims,
Loose Ends,
Panda Bear,
Slick Rick,
The Raincoats,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Donny Hathaway,
Dennis Brown,
Tommy Roe,
Magma,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ice-T,
Country Teasers,
Crash Course in Science,
Kerri Chandler,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Wyatt,
Todd Rundgren,
Depeche Mode,
Harry Pussy,
Tears for Fears,
Gabor Szabo,
Swell Maps,
Alton Ellis,
Cecil Taylor,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Starr,
Boz Scaggs,
Vainqueur,
Fela Kuti,
Malaria!,
Brothers Johnson,
Basic Channel,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.