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 Portugal and from Milan.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lee Hazlewood to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
John Lydon,
Iggy Pop,
Aswad,
The United States of America,
The Searchers,
Gang of Four,
The Kinks,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Circle Jerks,
Black Sheep,
Bauhaus,
Groovy Waters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Faust,
Scion,
Arcadia,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gun Club,
Althea and Donna,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Flesh Eaters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mantronix,
the Human League,
Deakin,
Q65,
Guru Guru,
Vainqueur,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Starr,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skriet,
Saccharine Trust,
The Doors,
kango's stein massive,
Joensuu 1685,
Scan 7,
CMW,
Mr. Review,
Marshall Jefferson,
Massinfluence,
Toni Rubio,
Alton Ellis,
Sound Behaviour,
World's Most,
Eddi Front,
Masters at Work,
Peter & Gordon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Slave,
Kurtis Blow,
Cybotron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Normal,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric Dolphy,
Young Marble Giants,
Joyce Sims,
Magma,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.