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 Syria and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Monks to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
The Dead C,
The Gladiators,
Nirvana,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Main Source,
Yellowson,
cv313,
The Modern Lovers,
the Normal,
UT,
Black Sheep,
Lalann,
Pantytec,
Lower 48,
June of 44,
Ultra Naté,
Simply Red,
Rotary Connection,
The Vogues,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cluster,
Harry Pussy,
Black Flag,
Chrome,
The Durutti Column,
LL Cool J,
The Moleskins,
China Crisis,
Glenn Branca,
The Star Department,
Morten Harket,
Black Pus,
Aural Exciters,
Peter and Kerry,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gories,
Matthew Halsall,
Robert Wyatt,
Fat Boys,
K-Klass,
Iggy Pop,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mission of Burma,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sight & Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
Howard Jones,
The Velvet Underground,
Eurythmics,
The Last Poets,
Fela Kuti,
Black Moon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Popol Vuh,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.