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 Brunei and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 R.M.O. to the punk 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock 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?
Aswad,
Terrestrial Tones,
Panda Bear,
Crispy Ambulance,
Drexciya,
cv313,
Urselle,
Shuggie Otis,
The Durutti Column,
Severed Heads,
Cal Tjader,
Barrington Levy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
JFA,
Alice Coltrane,
Iggy Pop,
Tomorrow,
Popol Vuh,
Sonny Sharrock,
H. Thieme,
Scott Walker,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Isaac Hayes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Niagra,
Oneida,
Deakin,
Lou Reed,
Outsiders,
AZ,
Suicide,
T.S.O.L.,
Scratch Acid,
Boredoms,
Agent Orange,
The Standells,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mr. Review,
Stockholm Monsters,
Don Cherry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Livin' Joy,
Vladislav Delay,
Davy DMX,
Fugazi,
Matthew Bourne,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New York Dolls,
Guru Guru,
Kayak,
The Trojans,
Danielle Patucci,
Neu!,
The Litter,
a-ha,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.