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 Philippines and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the oboe 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 One Last Wish to the electroclash 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Bananas,
Porter Ricks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Star Department,
Lalann,
Susan Cadogan,
The Music Machine,
Agent Orange,
Big Daddy Kane,
Model 500,
Franke,
Lungfish,
Ornette Coleman,
cv313,
Marc Almond,
Quando Quango,
Matthew Bourne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Circle Jerks,
Fela Kuti,
Technova,
The Tremeloes,
Symarip,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gastr Del Sol,
Animal Collective,
New Age Steppers,
Tubeway Army,
Malaria!,
Sister Nancy,
Hoover,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lalo Schifrin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Connie Case,
The Smiths,
Joy Division,
Bush Tetras,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crime,
Sonic Youth,
The Grass Roots,
Trumans Water,
World's Most,
JFA,
Cecil Taylor,
Wally Richardson,
Nik Kershaw,
Brick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gories,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aaron Thompson,
Groovy Waters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Patti Smith,
Intrusion,
The Gladiators,
Sight & Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Isaac Hayes,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.