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 Kiribati and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scion to the crunk 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Cameo,
Donald Byrd,
Bronski Beat,
Kas Product,
The Walker Brothers,
This Heat,
Ice-T,
Archie Shepp,
Metal Thangz,
Junior Murvin,
Talk Talk,
Lakeside,
Deakin,
Rites of Spring,
The Skatalites,
Alice Coltrane,
MDC,
B.T. Express,
Fluxion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hardrive,
Oneida,
The Golliwogs,
Blossom Toes,
The Saints,
Barry Ungar,
Clear Light,
Jeff Lynne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Monks,
Max Romeo,
John Holt,
The Selecter,
JFA,
Donny Hathaway,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Sheep,
The Stooges,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Coltrane,
Kenny Larkin,
Unwound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun City Girls,
Roxette,
The Pretty Things,
cv313,
Peter and Kerry,
Warsaw,
Wally Richardson,
The New Christs,
Make Up,
Girls At Our Best!,
Godley & Creme,
The Fugs,
Eden Ahbez,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rosa Yemen,
Quadrant,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Monochrome Set,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.