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 Taiwan and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Sam Rivers to the rock 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Arcadia,
Interpol,
The Evens,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Bananas,
Hoover,
The Fuzztones,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mars,
Moby Grape,
The Count Five,
Wolf Eyes,
Masters at Work,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Graham Central Station,
The Motions,
H. Thieme,
Leonard Cohen,
Lindisfarne,
The United States of America,
Tres Demented,
Pagans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aswad,
Tim Buckley,
the Swans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oblivians,
The Durutti Column,
Deadbeat,
Young Marble Giants,
U.S. Maple,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Q and Not U,
Reagan Youth,
Minutemen,
Ronan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wire,
Minny Pops,
X-Ray Spex,
Youth Brigade,
Make Up,
Jerry's Kids,
Ten City,
Judy Mowatt,
Organ,
Maleditus Sound,
Kas Product,
The Tremeloes,
The Standells,
Suicide,
Fela Kuti,
The Real Kids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mr. Review,
Parry Music,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skarface,
Dual Sessions,
The Pop Group,
Nation of Ulysses,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.