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 Spain and from Madrid.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 Barry Ungar to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Masters at Work,
Fela Kuti,
Cecil Taylor,
John Foxx,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Charles Mingus,
Rosa Yemen,
Kenny Larkin,
Ludus,
Donny Hathaway,
Cymande,
the Normal,
Marmalade,
Mantronix,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amon Düül II,
Susan Cadogan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Last Poets,
Alison Limerick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Shuggie Otis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joyce Sims,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Moleskins,
Flipper,
Fat Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric B and Rakim,
Josef K,
Pere Ubu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fugs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Christie,
Quantec,
Johnny Osbourne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Seeds,
Spoonie Gee,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cybotron,
The Blues Magoos,
Slick Rick,
Roy Ayers,
the Soft Cell,
Arthur Verocai,
the Association,
The Offenders,
Siglo XX,
The Barracudas,
Robert Hood,
kango's stein massive,
The Move,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.