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 Micronesia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tears for Fears to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Susan Cadogan,
Letta Mbulu,
Toni Rubio,
10cc,
Kerrie Biddell,
The American Breed,
Moebius,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Black Dice,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Womack,
Johnny Clarke,
David Bowie,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Laurel Aitken,
The Stooges,
Drive Like Jehu,
Slick Rick,
Country Teasers,
Piero Umiliani,
KRS-One,
The Count Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minny Pops,
Gang Green,
Aloha Tigers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New York Dolls,
Robert Wyatt,
Yellowson,
Chris & Cosey,
Malaria!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radiohead,
Ituana,
The Busters,
Symarip,
World's Most,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Index,
Alton Ellis,
Joy Division,
John Cale,
Erykah Badu,
Gong,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Red Krayola,
Youth Brigade,
Essential Logic,
Livin' Joy,
Black Moon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Bananas,
EPMD,
Marc Almond,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.