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 Chile and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Remains to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Donald Byrd,
Parry Music,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Freddie Wadling,
The Misunderstood,
These Immortal Souls,
Ten City,
Babytalk,
Pole,
T.S.O.L.,
Crime,
Rotary Connection,
Blake Baxter,
Basic Channel,
Wire,
Lightning Bolt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Essential Logic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Second Layer,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
H. Thieme,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultravox,
Newcleus,
Angry Samoans,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Grass Roots,
MDC,
The Birthday Party,
The Music Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Sheep,
Franke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
AZ,
Robert Görl,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sister Nancy,
Yaz,
The Five Americans,
The Velvet Underground,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Altered Images,
The Fuzztones,
Intrusion,
John Lydon,
Nick Fraelich,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skriet,
The New Christs,
Gichy Dan,
The Mummies,
Monolake,
Tomorrow,
Quadrant,
Negative Approach,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.