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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
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 spring reverb 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 the Bar-Kays to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
The Gories,
The Misunderstood,
Ponytail,
Neu!,
Rekid,
The Smoke,
Maurizio,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Real Kids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arab on Radar,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gun Club,
Blake Baxter,
Dual Sessions,
Tom Boy,
Ultra Naté,
Judy Mowatt,
Harry Pussy,
Funkadelic,
China Crisis,
X-Ray Spex,
Mark Hollis,
Television,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pylon,
This Heat,
The J.B.'s,
Parry Music,
Sixth Finger,
Mission of Burma,
Average White Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Kinks,
Barry Ungar,
Sight & Sound,
The Victims,
Iggy Pop,
The Doobie Brothers,
Darondo,
D'Angelo,
Leonard Cohen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eden Ahbez,
Ossler,
Echospace,
Marine Girls,
X-102,
Amon Düül II,
Maleditus Sound,
Eddi Front,
Angry Samoans,
Boredoms,
Kerri Chandler,
Subhumans,
Laurel Aitken,
The Barracudas,
Quando Quango,
Robert Görl,
Spoonie Gee,
Swell Maps,
Davy DMX,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.