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 Qatar and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pharoah Sanders to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sonics,
Mandrill,
The Leaves,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Holt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Neu!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Derrick May,
Roy Ayers,
The Invisible,
Nik Kershaw,
Donald Byrd,
Tears for Fears,
David Bowie,
the Bar-Kays,
Dark Day,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roger Hodgson,
Freddie Wadling,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-Ray Spex,
Spandau Ballet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Seeds,
Mantronix,
Sandy B,
the Fania All-Stars,
Heaven 17,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Agent Orange,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Associates,
The Searchers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
H. Thieme,
Babytalk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Johnny Clarke,
JFA,
Dorothy Ashby,
Absolute Body Control,
The Moody Blues,
the Human League,
Graham Central Station,
This Heat,
Kayak,
Con Funk Shun,
Mr. Review,
MC5,
X-102,
Thompson Twins,
John Cale,
Blancmange,
The Smoke,
The Standells,
The Count Five,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.