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 Cape Verde and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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?
The Wake,
Eddi Front,
Monolake,
Accadde A,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Pretty Things,
DNA,
Los Fastidios,
KRS-One,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Byrd,
Alphaville,
Girls At Our Best!,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lightning Bolt,
Quando Quango,
Moss Icon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The American Breed,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fela Kuti,
Silicon Teens,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Country Teasers,
The Sonics,
Little Man,
The Slits,
Man Parrish,
The Misunderstood,
A Certain Ratio,
Juan Atkins,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Stooges,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Average White Band,
the Soft Cell,
Mo-Dettes,
The Offenders,
The Human League,
Desert Stars,
Gang of Four,
Roy Ayers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
kango's stein massive,
Buzzcocks,
Spoonie Gee,
Neu!,
Jimmy McGriff,
Patti Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
The Saints,
Y Pants,
Bauhaus,
Steve Hackett,
The Blues Magoos,
Panda Bear,
Clear Light,
Essential Logic,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.