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 Cameroon and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Michael McDonald 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 Minnie Riperton to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yaz,
Stiv Bators,
Maurizio,
L. Decosne,
Nico,
Joy Division,
The Seeds,
Mark Hollis,
The Mojo Men,
Wings,
The Modern Lovers,
Supertramp,
The Divine Comedy,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Golliwogs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bob Dylan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gap Band,
Charles Mingus,
the Sonics,
Archie Shepp,
Theoretical Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
The Toasters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Al Stewart,
The Trojans,
Slick Rick,
The Blackbyrds,
10cc,
Anthony Braxton,
the Bar-Kays,
The Blues Magoos,
Nick Fraelich,
Barclay James Harvest,
Derrick May,
Gong,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Bananas,
Ponytail,
Freddie Wadling,
Echospace,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pagans,
Nik Kershaw,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Buckinghams,
Average White Band,
Angry Samoans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ossler,
Sonic Youth,
Pole,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.