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 Jamaica and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rapeman to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hot Snakes,
Scion,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Intrusion,
Bobby Byrd,
Lalo Schifrin,
Simply Red,
Niagra,
John Holt,
Howard Jones,
Tomorrow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Warren Ellis,
Porter Ricks,
10cc,
Cymande,
Jacob Miller,
Thee Headcoats,
Chris Corsano,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Erykah Badu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Flag,
Josef K,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Electric Prunes,
Byron Stingily,
David Bowie,
X-102,
Barry Ungar,
China Crisis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Talk Talk,
Rekid,
Bronski Beat,
Minny Pops,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pantytec,
Fugazi,
Newcleus,
Graham Central Station,
The Real Kids,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter & Gordon,
Sugar Minott,
Ultimate Spinach,
Infiniti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
T.S.O.L.,
The Kinks,
Pussy Galore,
The Sonics,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.