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 Namibia and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
The Grass Roots,
Oneida,
Popol Vuh,
Livin' Joy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Moody Blues,
Slick Rick,
Nas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gabor Szabo,
Funkadelic,
The Residents,
Faraquet,
Brass Construction,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thompson Twins,
The Blackbyrds,
Minnie Riperton,
The Moleskins,
CMW,
Joey Negro,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Supertramp,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Byrd,
Camberwell Now,
Pierre Henry,
The Toasters,
Bluetip,
The Tremeloes,
Vladislav Delay,
Amon Düül,
Jeff Lynne,
Donny Hathaway,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The J.B.'s,
Young Marble Giants,
Smog,
Gichy Dan,
Scion,
Prince Buster,
The Modern Lovers,
The Move,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Skatalites,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Henry Cow,
Angry Samoans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crash Course in Science,
Pole,
Barry Ungar,
Erykah Badu,
ABC,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terry Callier,
The Selecter,
Soft Machine,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.