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 Brazil and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jacob Miller to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Eurythmics,
The Doors,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Golliwogs,
Quadrant,
Sonny Sharrock,
Toni Rubio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Be Bop Deluxe,
June of 44,
Aswad,
Jeff Lynne,
Sarah Menescal,
Outsiders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Move,
Q and Not U,
Basic Channel,
Cameo,
The Moleskins,
Ohio Players,
Rakim,
Barry Ungar,
The Saints,
John Cale,
The Index,
The Remains,
Bill Near,
10cc,
Scrapy,
Skaos,
Ponytail,
Pantaleimon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dead C,
Kas Product,
Quantec,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amon Düül,
Fear,
The Neon Judgement,
The Grass Roots,
Anthony Braxton,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Model 500,
Piero Umiliani,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Sheep,
Lightning Bolt,
Skarface,
Radiopuhelimet,
The New Christs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Boz Scaggs,
Arcadia,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.