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 India and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Country Joe & The Fish 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Banda Bassotti,
Zapp,
Josef K,
Los Fastidios,
The Electric Prunes,
Roxy Music,
Harry Pussy,
Cal Tjader,
Grauzone,
The Busters,
Sandy B,
Rufus Thomas,
These Immortal Souls,
Radio Birdman,
the Normal,
Shuggie Otis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chris Corsano,
Procol Harum,
Sun Ra,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Sheep,
The Slits,
Lightning Bolt,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mummies,
X-102,
Ice-T,
Eli Mardock,
Eric Copeland,
Dead Boys,
The Buckinghams,
Matthew Halsall,
Pylon,
Symarip,
Reagan Youth,
Essential Logic,
Lungfish,
The Motions,
Dennis Brown,
Cluster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Royal Trux,
Scratch Acid,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joensuu 1685,
The Blues Magoos,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Star Department,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skriet,
Kas Product,
Neu!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.