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 Tehran.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 Q65 to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Bluetip,
X-101,
New York Dolls,
Ten City,
KRS-One,
48th St. Collective,
Inner City,
Pierre Henry,
James White and The Blacks,
Bootsy Collins,
Skarface,
The Fuzztones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sällskapet,
Anakelly,
Sixth Finger,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bob Dylan,
Byron Stingily,
Cal Tjader,
10cc,
Jeff Mills,
Outsiders,
The American Breed,
Dark Day,
The Count Five,
Slave,
Eurythmics,
Warren Ellis,
The Evens,
Skaos,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang of Four,
Bang On A Can,
Todd Terry,
Vainqueur,
The Selecter,
Bill Near,
Fatback Band,
The Pretty Things,
Donald Byrd,
David Axelrod,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neil Young,
Jawbox,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Connie Case,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sugar Minott,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fad Gadget,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Adolescents,
David Bowie,
Flipper,
Eve St. Jones,
Gichy Dan,
Black Moon,
Jerry's Kids,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.