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 Mozambique and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 L. Decosne to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Intrusion,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Black Dice,
Moebius,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cymande,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cramps,
The Zeros,
The Skatalites,
Kerri Chandler,
Banda Bassotti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Isaac Hayes,
Rites of Spring,
Tres Demented,
Das Ding,
Moss Icon,
Eve St. Jones,
Swell Maps,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kayak,
cv313,
Wally Richardson,
Stetsasonic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Byron Stingily,
The Residents,
The Birthday Party,
Minutemen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Young Marble Giants,
Man Parrish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Flesh Eaters,
kango's stein massive,
The American Breed,
Alison Limerick,
Motorama,
Fat Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Fad Gadget,
Agitation Free,
Scott Walker,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gories,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Doors,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
T.S.O.L.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Barracudas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Symarip,
David Bowie,
Simply Red,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.