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 Cuba and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 Lower 48 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Electric Prunes,
Funkadelic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Circle Jerks,
Neil Young,
Thee Headcoats,
Quando Quango,
New Order,
The Monks,
The Pretty Things,
Livin' Joy,
Sam Rivers,
Matthew Halsall,
Franke,
Lindisfarne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Pus,
Average White Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Niagra,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Knickerbockers,
Qualms,
R.M.O.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roxette,
Sun Ra,
Interpol,
Marvin Gaye,
Warsaw,
New Age Steppers,
Bad Manners,
Pantaleimon,
These Immortal Souls,
Outsiders,
Marc Almond,
Laurel Aitken,
Hasil Adkins,
Lower 48,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
E-Dancer,
Byron Stingily,
Glambeats Corp.,
Josef K,
The Five Americans,
Bob Dylan,
Lightning Bolt,
Todd Rundgren,
Godley & Creme,
Donny Hathaway,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soft Machine,
Junior Murvin,
B.T. Express,
Masters at Work,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.