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 Samoa and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Suicide to the funk 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
The Move,
Kenny Larkin,
Index,
Black Bananas,
The Residents,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
These Immortal Souls,
DJ Sneak,
Flipper,
Agent Orange,
The Monochrome Set,
The Buckinghams,
Surgeon,
Black Moon,
Sex Pistols,
Charles Mingus,
Roxette,
The Toasters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marc Almond,
The Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skaos,
Robert Görl,
Howard Jones,
Lalann,
John Foxx,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare,
X-101,
Moss Icon,
Yaz,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lakeside,
Black Sheep,
Siglo XX,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amon Düül,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tres Demented,
Public Enemy,
Quantec,
Second Layer,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pole,
DNA,
Harpers Bizarre,
Drive Like Jehu,
Adolescents,
Derrick Morgan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Agitation Free,
Livin' Joy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Metal Thangz,
One Last Wish,
Faust,
Maleditus Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.