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 Djibouti 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Wings,
Lightning Bolt,
The Skatalites,
Slave,
Darondo,
Vladislav Delay,
Mark Hollis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Piero Umiliani,
John Holt,
Intrusion,
Deepchord,
Lalann,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Green,
Scrapy,
Television Personalities,
Dark Day,
Arab on Radar,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Walker Brothers,
The Victims,
Todd Rundgren,
The Standells,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flash Fearless,
Ken Boothe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed,
Bill Wells,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Remains,
The Star Department,
Connie Case,
Maurizio,
Alphaville,
Soft Cell,
Hashim,
Sällskapet,
Barclay James Harvest,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Sherman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Reuben Wilson,
Prince Buster,
The Cure,
Theoretical Girls,
Althea and Donna,
The New Christs,
Quando Quango,
New Age Steppers,
The United States of America,
Fela Kuti,
Rakim,
Bobby Womack,
Los Fastidios,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
CMW,
Johnny Clarke,
Tim Buckley,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bad Manners,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.