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 Lebanon and from Cairo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Ultravox 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Ossler,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric Copeland,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
F. McDonald,
Suicide,
La Düsseldorf,
Yaz,
The Angels of Light,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pere Ubu,
Surgeon,
Fad Gadget,
Marine Girls,
Gang of Four,
Tropical Tobacco,
The New Christs,
Harry Pussy,
Steve Hackett,
Roxette,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fat Boys,
David Axelrod,
Cymande,
X-101,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bluetip,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Count Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marshall Jefferson,
Von Mondo,
Oblivians,
Toni Rubio,
Brothers Johnson,
Reuben Wilson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brass Construction,
The Moody Blues,
Marvin Gaye,
Basic Channel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pharoah Sanders,
Swell Maps,
Schoolly D,
Prince Buster,
Interpol,
Kurtis Blow,
The Smoke,
Qualms,
Scientists,
Gang Starr,
Blake Baxter,
Roxy Music,
Arthur Verocai,
LL Cool J,
Donald Byrd,
T.S.O.L.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fugs,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.