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 Cuba and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 David Bowie 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 Joyce Sims to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Nirvana,
Glambeats Corp.,
Andrew Hill,
Surgeon,
Crispy Ambulance,
New Age Steppers,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultravox,
Vainqueur,
Scratch Acid,
Tubeway Army,
Letta Mbulu,
Aaron Thompson,
Mo-Dettes,
K-Klass,
Thompson Twins,
Deepchord,
Hasil Adkins,
Crash Course in Science,
Angry Samoans,
Amon Düül II,
Youth Brigade,
Popol Vuh,
The Music Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
Terry Callier,
Sugar Minott,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sonics,
Roxy Music,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Skatalites,
Susan Cadogan,
L. Decosne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lower 48,
CMW,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stiv Bators,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tim Buckley,
Pere Ubu,
Babytalk,
Bush Tetras,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bad Manners,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The J.B.'s,
Janne Schatter,
The Busters,
KRS-One,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tears for Fears,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.