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 Denmark and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Johnny Clarke to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
the Sonics,
The Monochrome Set,
Toni Rubio,
Adolescents,
Yaz,
Shuggie Otis,
Brick,
Severed Heads,
Public Enemy,
The Raincoats,
Susan Cadogan,
Mr. Review,
a-ha,
Radiohead,
Crispian St. Peters,
Duran Duran,
Infiniti,
10cc,
The Sonics,
The Saints,
Lou Reed,
The Grass Roots,
Colin Newman,
Wire,
the Normal,
The Toasters,
PIL,
Royal Trux,
Pantytec,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
James White and The Blacks,
Sparks,
The Barracudas,
Matthew Halsall,
D'Angelo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Interpol,
Animal Collective,
The Five Americans,
The Techniques,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Magma,
Sällskapet,
The Selecter,
Outsiders,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Black Dice,
Fela Kuti,
Quando Quango,
Sam Rivers,
Faust,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ohio Players,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Litter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Intrusion,
The Monks,
Delta 5,
Bill Wells,
Sex Pistols,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.