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 Peru and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 D'Angelo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
Idris Muhammad,
Jacob Miller,
Smog,
Youth Brigade,
The Slits,
Agent Orange,
Newcleus,
Grey Daturas,
Livin' Joy,
Pussy Galore,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hasil Adkins,
The Real Kids,
Ponytail,
Rotary Connection,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Sonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thompson Twins,
Sixth Finger,
Al Stewart,
Wire,
Index,
The Raincoats,
a-ha,
Camouflage,
Icehouse,
James White and The Blacks,
FM Einheit,
Quantec,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ten City,
F. McDonald,
Gang of Four,
Joy Division,
Albert Ayler,
Ornette Coleman,
Bill Near,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Black Dice,
These Immortal Souls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Derrick Morgan,
Warren Ellis,
Henry Cow,
The Martian,
China Crisis,
A Certain Ratio,
Amazonics,
Qualms,
Black Flag,
Animal Collective,
Joe Finger,
John Lydon,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.