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 Mauritius and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Von Mondo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Das Ding,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Green,
Toni Rubio,
The Real Kids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jawbox,
Crooked Eye,
Ituana,
Pantaleimon,
New York Dolls,
Can,
Yaz,
Davy DMX,
Bizarre Inc.,
Schoolly D,
Maleditus Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Amon Düül,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
CMW,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Bananas,
Absolute Body Control,
Pagans,
Sällskapet,
The Evens,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultimate Spinach,
DJ Sneak,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Bang On A Can,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pussy Galore,
Darondo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lalann,
Kaleidoscope,
Aswad,
Stetsasonic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soft Machine,
Liliput,
Tres Demented,
Camberwell Now,
Isaac Hayes,
Tomorrow,
Cluster,
The Five Americans,
The Durutti Column,
Marshall Jefferson,
Negative Approach,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Slackers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.