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 Finland 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jimmy McGriff to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rapeman,
Harry Pussy,
Kaleidoscope,
The Blackbyrds,
Sound Behaviour,
Qualms,
The Real Kids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jandek,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crime,
The Mummies,
Aswad,
Skarface,
Lightning Bolt,
Theoretical Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Human League,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cure,
Schoolly D,
Alton Ellis,
Shoche,
Peter & Gordon,
Joensuu 1685,
Wally Richardson,
Henry Cow,
Sonic Youth,
Dennis Brown,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wolf Eyes,
T. Rex,
Rod Modell,
Amon Düül II,
Man Eating Sloth,
Massinfluence,
Supertramp,
Robert Hood,
10cc,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aaron Thompson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
MDC,
Connie Case,
T.S.O.L.,
Al Stewart,
LL Cool J,
ABBA,
The Monochrome Set,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Animal Collective,
Robert Görl,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Piero Umiliani,
Erykah Badu,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.