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 Iceland and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 David Bowie 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
The Birthday Party,
Liliput,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Faraquet,
Japan,
Bluetip,
Das Ding,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jacques Brel,
The Seeds,
Roxette,
Crash Course in Science,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Don Cherry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Youth Brigade,
Janne Schatter,
Cameo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boz Scaggs,
The Durutti Column,
Rapeman,
David Bowie,
Magazine,
Sam Rivers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stetsasonic,
This Heat,
KRS-One,
Dawn Penn,
Eddi Front,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Foxx,
Lucky Dragons,
The Monochrome Set,
John Lydon,
Sun Ra,
Harmonia,
Peter and Kerry,
Ten City,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dead C,
Barbara Tucker,
Donny Hathaway,
Lalo Schifrin,
Heaven 17,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sight & Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
Joensuu 1685,
Alton Ellis,
Pylon,
Pussy Galore,
Excepter,
Josef K,
Accadde A,
Scratch Acid,
Arab on Radar,
Second Layer,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jandek,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.