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 Cyprus and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kaleidoscope to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
The Music Machine,
Kayak,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lightning Bolt,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fire Engines,
Ossler,
Television Personalities,
Technova,
Rapeman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deepchord,
Symarip,
Matthew Halsall,
Deakin,
Dead Boys,
Skriet,
Eli Mardock,
Ponytail,
Bad Manners,
Warsaw,
Sugar Minott,
Jerry's Kids,
The Motions,
DNA,
Model 500,
Whodini,
Crash Course in Science,
Moby Grape,
Rod Modell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Accadde A,
Josef K,
One Last Wish,
Index,
Second Layer,
F. McDonald,
Essential Logic,
Little Man,
Massinfluence,
Minny Pops,
Yellowson,
Motorama,
The Litter,
Intrusion,
The Five Americans,
Godley & Creme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Desert Stars,
The Residents,
Warren Ellis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David Bowie,
Maurizio,
Lindisfarne,
Das Ding,
Isaac Hayes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Metal Thangz,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.