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 Chad and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jeff Lynne to the electroclash 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radiohead,
Chris Corsano,
Carl Craig,
The Gap Band,
Electric Prunes,
Q65,
Easy Going,
Fear,
The Smoke,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gabor Szabo,
Rhythm & Sound,
cv313,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soulsonic Force,
Mo-Dettes,
Connie Case,
Alton Ellis,
Banda Bassotti,
Warsaw,
Skriet,
Faraquet,
Drexciya,
48th St. Collective,
Quando Quango,
Pet Shop Boys,
Morten Harket,
New York Dolls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wire,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Danielle Patucci,
Sällskapet,
Donny Hathaway,
10cc,
Fluxion,
Terrestrial Tones,
Altered Images,
Duran Duran,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Seeds,
Lower 48,
Robert Wyatt,
Lee Hazlewood,
Public Enemy,
The Saints,
The Toasters,
Average White Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Pole,
Skaos,
Rosa Yemen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
KRS-One,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Zero Boys,
The Real Kids,
Absolute Body Control,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.