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 Nigeria and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joe Smooth to the rock 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Cheater Slicks,
Bluetip,
Mark Hollis,
Eurythmics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
MC5,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Move,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tres Demented,
The Skatalites,
K-Klass,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Green,
Boogie Down Productions,
Janne Schatter,
Marmalade,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New York Dolls,
Ultravox,
Anthony Braxton,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lyres,
Archie Shepp,
The Buckinghams,
The Durutti Column,
The Doors,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Suicide,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare,
The Happenings,
Barrington Levy,
Average White Band,
Juan Atkins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Donald Byrd,
UT,
Deadbeat,
Icehouse,
Letta Mbulu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radio Birdman,
Black Moon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Leonard Cohen,
Blossom Toes,
Chris & Cosey,
Jerry's Kids,
Flash Fearless,
Hot Snakes,
Desert Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
U.S. Maple,
Nils Olav,
Sound Behaviour,
The Flesh Eaters,
New Order,
Traffic Nightmare,
Symarip,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.