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 San Marino and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 Sister Nancy to the grime 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Lakeside,
Oblivians,
Absolute Body Control,
The Angels of Light,
June Days,
Severed Heads,
Goldenarms,
Alice Coltrane,
Unrelated Segments,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare,
U.S. Maple,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
New Age Steppers,
David Axelrod,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultravox,
Marmalade,
Ronan,
Radiohead,
48th St. Collective,
Warsaw,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tubeway Army,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Television,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aural Exciters,
The Mummies,
John Cale,
The Kinks,
Faraquet,
Patti Smith,
The Martian,
Suburban Knight,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter & Gordon,
Clear Light,
Joy Division,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Modern Lovers,
Ten City,
Rapeman,
Pylon,
Grauzone,
Scientists,
The Durutti Column,
Ultra Naté,
UT,
The Fuzztones,
Marine Girls,
Pussy Galore,
The Dead C,
Jerry's Kids,
The Litter,
The Monks,
Fat Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.