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 Nauru and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Angry Samoans to the rock 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeru the Damaja,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Danielle Patucci,
Rekid,
Television,
Tubeway Army,
Motorama,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Basic Channel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Coltrane,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rites of Spring,
Sex Pistols,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Toni Rubio,
the Sonics,
Dead Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bob Dylan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Smog,
Reagan Youth,
KRS-One,
Traffic Nightmare,
Erykah Badu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Technova,
Nik Kershaw,
Janne Schatter,
The Martian,
Camouflage,
The Modern Lovers,
Urselle,
World's Most,
Grey Daturas,
Symarip,
The Associates,
Brand Nubian,
The Dave Clark Five,
Carl Craig,
Charles Mingus,
Rakim,
Robert Hood,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dawn Penn,
Minutemen,
R.M.O.,
Robert Wyatt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tears for Fears,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.