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 Uruguay 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Public Image Ltd. to the techno 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Soul II Soul,
Hardrive,
Audionom,
New York Dolls,
Marvin Gaye,
Rosa Yemen,
Smog,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Juan Atkins,
Erykah Badu,
Khruangbin,
The American Breed,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Beasts of Bourbon,
PIL,
The Blues Magoos,
Lucky Dragons,
F. McDonald,
John Lydon,
The Raincoats,
Arcadia,
Sun Ra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roxy Music,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Leonard Cohen,
Popol Vuh,
Television Personalities,
Swans,
Delta 5,
Scratch Acid,
The Mummies,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Womack,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DNA,
Peter & Gordon,
Massinfluence,
Robert Görl,
David Axelrod,
The Blackbyrds,
Wings,
Josef K,
The Techniques,
Harry Pussy,
The Electric Prunes,
Darondo,
Unwound,
Cymande,
The Buckinghams,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott Heron,
Subhumans,
Con Funk Shun,
Camberwell Now,
Royal Trux,
Buzzcocks,
Fela Kuti,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.