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 Bulgaria and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar 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 Harpers Bizarre to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Reuben Wilson,
The J.B.'s,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pantaleimon,
Eli Mardock,
DJ Style,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Altered Images,
The Walker Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
Guru Guru,
The Smoke,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bush Tetras,
Swell Maps,
Leonard Cohen,
Stetsasonic,
Magma,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Porter Ricks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Livin' Joy,
Fat Boys,
Whodini,
Sparks,
The Index,
Black Bananas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Index,
Nas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mojo Men,
Michelle Simonal,
Sugar Minott,
Deepchord,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Josef K,
The Names,
Surgeon,
John Holt,
Jeff Lynne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gabor Szabo,
Yusef Lateef,
Jerry's Kids,
Archie Shepp,
MC5,
Popol Vuh,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Golliwogs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mo-Dettes,
Eurythmics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Graham Central Station,
Angry Samoans,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.