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 India and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Doobie Brothers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Alison Limerick,
A Certain Ratio,
Chris & Cosey,
Absolute Body Control,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mantronix,
Lower 48,
Steve Hackett,
T.S.O.L.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Saints,
John Coltrane,
Man Parrish,
Zapp,
One Last Wish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sam Rivers,
Wasted Youth,
Easy Going,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Sherman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kas Product,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oneida,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Panda Bear,
Urselle,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jacques Brel,
R.M.O.,
Bauhaus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mandrill,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fuzztones,
Rapeman,
L. Decosne,
Fat Boys,
the Normal,
Scratch Acid,
Byron Stingily,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roxy Music,
Rosa Yemen,
Joy Division,
John Cale,
Hardrive,
T. Rex,
Outsiders,
Metal Thangz,
Nico,
Schoolly D,
Lalann,
Organ,
Aural Exciters,
Newcleus,
Alice Coltrane,
Altered Images,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.