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 Senegal and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Lightning Bolt 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Howard Jones,
Sun City Girls,
Masters at Work,
the Germs,
Simply Red,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mars,
The Kinks,
China Crisis,
The Gories,
Parry Music,
In Retrospect,
Yaz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camberwell Now,
Ludus,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Pretty Things,
The Walker Brothers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Hood,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Half Japanese,
Severed Heads,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dennis Brown,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Janne Schatter,
New Age Steppers,
Underground Resistance,
Fad Gadget,
Nils Olav,
Dawn Penn,
Sällskapet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fela Kuti,
The Music Machine,
Symarip,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Icehouse,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rapeman,
David Bowie,
The Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultra Naté,
Desert Stars,
Henry Cow,
The Fire Engines,
Swans,
The Fortunes,
Hardrive,
Faust,
Crime,
Alton Ellis,
Moss Icon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Qualms,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.