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 Jamaica and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Das Ding,
Vladislav Delay,
Silicon Teens,
Leonard Cohen,
Patti Smith,
The Smoke,
The Selecter,
Ken Boothe,
F. McDonald,
The Searchers,
Sparks,
James White and The Blacks,
Eden Ahbez,
Stereo Dub,
48th St. Collective,
Clear Light,
Harry Pussy,
Soulsonic Force,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Görl,
Davy DMX,
Masters at Work,
The Gories,
Visage,
Deepchord,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Sonics,
JFA,
The United States of America,
The Busters,
Tommy Roe,
The Monochrome Set,
Al Stewart,
Cheater Slicks,
This Heat,
Rufus Thomas,
The Divine Comedy,
Bootsy Collins,
Slick Rick,
Tubeway Army,
Arthur Verocai,
Mad Mike,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Residents,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jacques Brel,
The Fall,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
In Retrospect,
The Moody Blues,
Young Marble Giants,
Massinfluence,
Amon Düül II,
Arab on Radar,
Surgeon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ronan,
Blake Baxter,
PIL,
the Normal,
Desert Stars,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.