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 Finland and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dual Sessions to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
The Gories,
The Busters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joe Smooth,
Arcadia,
Aural Exciters,
Iggy Pop,
The Cramps,
Bootsy Collins,
Minnie Riperton,
the Soft Cell,
Ludus,
Lucky Dragons,
Radiohead,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thee Headcoats,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Christie,
Royal Trux,
Gang of Four,
Sight & Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Ronan,
The Kinks,
Lalann,
Nils Olav,
Henry Cow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Seeds,
Little Man,
The Fire Engines,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ossler,
Deakin,
Guru Guru,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Pretty Things,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Names,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Womack,
Hot Snakes,
Prince Buster,
Metal Thangz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arthur Verocai,
Skarface,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barry Ungar,
Los Fastidios,
Y Pants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yazoo,
Soul II Soul,
Nirvana,
Junior Murvin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New Order,
Surgeon,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.