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 Mauritius and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Offenders to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Banda Bassotti,
The Durutti Column,
Sugar Minott,
Shoche,
Albert Ayler,
Ponytail,
The Dirtbombs,
Skaos,
Ultravox,
Moebius,
The Mojo Men,
Joe Finger,
The Kinks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bang On A Can,
Mark Hollis,
Visage,
Charles Mingus,
Ronan,
Marshall Jefferson,
DJ Style,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Byrd,
Bauhaus,
The Cramps,
Stetsasonic,
Arab on Radar,
Agitation Free,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Circle Jerks,
Michelle Simonal,
Sixth Finger,
The Seeds,
Todd Rundgren,
Connie Case,
The Five Americans,
Reuben Wilson,
Groovy Waters,
Excepter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Byron Stingily,
The Invisible,
Cymande,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cure,
Maurizio,
10cc,
Delta 5,
Roger Hodgson,
Section 25,
Flamin' Groovies,
Icehouse,
Carl Craig,
Heaven 17,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.