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 Guinea-Bissau and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the disco 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Pierre Henry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Schoolly D,
Harmonia,
Lower 48,
Das Ding,
Johnny Clarke,
Graham Central Station,
Unwound,
The Fuzztones,
Yaz,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Sherman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeff Mills,
Todd Terry,
Sex Pistols,
Alton Ellis,
New Age Steppers,
Lalann,
Pagans,
John Holt,
The Cure,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Young Rascals,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fela Kuti,
Gabor Szabo,
Rekid,
Country Teasers,
In Retrospect,
Brand Nubian,
The Fall,
Wolf Eyes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Absolute Body Control,
Nirvana,
Rakim,
B.T. Express,
Flash Fearless,
The Selecter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Duran Duran,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rapeman,
Gang Starr,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang of Four,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Searchers,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
JFA,
Ronnie Foster,
Hot Snakes,
Thompson Twins,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.