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 Colombia and from Calgary.
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 Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 Symarip to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Public Enemy,
The Seeds,
Groovy Waters,
The Count Five,
Dawn Penn,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jerry's Kids,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Human League,
Roy Ayers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Altered Images,
Rapeman,
John Cale,
Dave Gahan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brand Nubian,
Q and Not U,
Outsiders,
The Grass Roots,
The Cowsills,
Kaleidoscope,
New York Dolls,
Suburban Knight,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yazoo,
Ludus,
Severed Heads,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gladiators,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minor Threat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scratch Acid,
Tom Boy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Television,
Negative Approach,
Spoonie Gee,
DJ Sneak,
Rekid,
Loose Ends,
Gerry Rafferty,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marine Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wasted Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Subhumans,
Monks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Slick Rick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sarah Menescal,
Erykah Badu,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.