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 Congo and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Slave to the rap 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Joyce Sims,
Althea and Donna,
Gichy Dan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Piero Umiliani,
Johnny Clarke,
Grey Daturas,
Blancmange,
Deadbeat,
Malaria!,
Jerry's Kids,
Iggy Pop,
David Axelrod,
Hardrive,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gladiators,
Whodini,
Cameo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Slick Rick,
The Litter,
Barry Ungar,
Cheater Slicks,
David McCallum,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mojo Men,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rapeman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Japan,
Television Personalities,
Donny Hathaway,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
June of 44,
Sugar Minott,
Wolf Eyes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Prince Buster,
Man Parrish,
Mission of Burma,
Jawbox,
Howard Jones,
Youth Brigade,
Moby Grape,
Magazine,
Icehouse,
Eddi Front,
Joensuu 1685,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Desert Stars,
X-Ray Spex,
Ice-T,
The United States of America,
Qualms,
Terry Callier,
8 Eyed Spy,
Theoretical Girls,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.