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 Brunei 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Girls At Our Best! to the grime 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
OOIOO,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cameo,
Arab on Radar,
The Invisible,
Fatback Band,
Donald Byrd,
Mark Hollis,
Lungfish,
Peter & Gordon,
Barry Ungar,
The Raincoats,
Althea and Donna,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eli Mardock,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roy Ayers,
Bootsy Collins,
Ronan,
Marine Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
KRS-One,
U.S. Maple,
Connie Case,
In Retrospect,
Robert Wyatt,
Electric Prunes,
Gichy Dan,
The Monochrome Set,
UT,
Josef K,
Gong,
Alice Coltrane,
Spoonie Gee,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Stooges,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Second Layer,
The Cosmic Jokers,
JFA,
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter and Kerry,
The Angels of Light,
Rites of Spring,
Minutemen,
One Last Wish,
Yazoo,
Steve Hackett,
Cal Tjader,
Qualms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Letta Mbulu,
Sällskapet,
Livin' Joy,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Human League,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.