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 Suriname and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Desert Stars to the crunk 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Derrick Morgan,
Jandek,
Intrusion,
Godley & Creme,
The Modern Lovers,
Trumans Water,
Parry Music,
Outsiders,
Shoche,
Magma,
the Sonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Maurizio,
Unrelated Segments,
Oneida,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
48th St. Collective,
The Last Poets,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Masters at Work,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Slick Rick,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gabor Szabo,
Simply Red,
Flash Fearless,
Cecil Taylor,
Q and Not U,
Technova,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-101,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Alice Coltrane,
D'Angelo,
Index,
Siglo XX,
the Bar-Kays,
Jacques Brel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kaleidoscope,
Severed Heads,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Misunderstood,
Warren Ellis,
Black Bananas,
The Blues Magoos,
Adolescents,
E-Dancer,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
PIL,
The Happenings,
Tom Boy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Goldenarms,
Chris & Cosey,
Reuben Wilson,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.