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 Eritrea and from Toronto.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Sister Nancy to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
The New Christs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fad Gadget,
The Victims,
Joyce Sims,
Agent Orange,
Metal Thangz,
Yellowson,
Althea and Donna,
Rekid,
Moebius,
Jandek,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Index,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sonic Youth,
The Techniques,
The Wake,
Loose Ends,
Tears for Fears,
Babytalk,
Joe Finger,
Rites of Spring,
Toni Rubio,
Crime,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sonics,
John Holt,
Rufus Thomas,
Joensuu 1685,
Donny Hathaway,
Stetsasonic,
Roxy Music,
Deakin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cecil Taylor,
Spoonie Gee,
the Bar-Kays,
Eli Mardock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Moody Blues,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultra Naté,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Glenn Branca,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Mars,
The Searchers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Funkadelic,
David Axelrod,
Smog,
Alphaville,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.