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 Sri Lanka and from Halifax.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tres Demented to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Ronan,
Judy Mowatt,
Nils Olav,
Delta 5,
Bill Near,
Lucky Dragons,
ABC,
The Misunderstood,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Todd Terry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lakeside,
Jeff Mills,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Agitation Free,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Names,
Visage,
In Retrospect,
10cc,
Goldenarms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Adolescents,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nik Kershaw,
Second Layer,
Skriet,
Connie Case,
Lightning Bolt,
T. Rex,
John Coltrane,
The Fortunes,
DJ Sneak,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Toasters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barry Ungar,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Franke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Can,
Gong,
Pierre Henry,
Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alton Ellis,
The Busters,
Flash Fearless,
Chris & Cosey,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.