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 Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Hoover to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
The Sonics,
Simply Red,
Ituana,
Joensuu 1685,
Altered Images,
The Blues Magoos,
Joyce Sims,
Aaron Thompson,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Angels of Light,
Todd Rundgren,
Iggy Pop,
Crooked Eye,
a-ha,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
One Last Wish,
Grey Daturas,
The Toasters,
Funkadelic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Malaria!,
The Standells,
Yazoo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Procol Harum,
Lucky Dragons,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Delta 5,
Von Mondo,
Gang Starr,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ossler,
Pantaleimon,
The Residents,
Q and Not U,
The Tremeloes,
Accadde A,
Idris Muhammad,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Christie,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fire Engines,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Warren Ellis,
Jawbox,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Niagra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harmonia,
The Index,
Scion,
Roxette,
Harry Pussy,
Essential Logic,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun City Girls,
Sparks,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.