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 Ukraine and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the jazz 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dawn Penn,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Fania All-Stars,
KRS-One,
Hoover,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arab on Radar,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sight & Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sonics,
The Skatalites,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The American Breed,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quantec,
Zapp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quando Quango,
Robert Hood,
AZ,
China Crisis,
The Mojo Men,
Ossler,
Excepter,
The Remains,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radio Birdman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Litter,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Index,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pantytec,
Deadbeat,
Sam Rivers,
Pierre Henry,
Fugazi,
The Techniques,
The Cure,
Ohio Players,
10cc,
Peter & Gordon,
The Toasters,
Shuggie Otis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bill Wells,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scrapy,
The Gun Club,
Rites of Spring,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Residents,
the Slits,
Wally Richardson,
The Buckinghams,
Godley & Creme,
Trumans Water,
Crime,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stiv Bators,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.