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 Mali and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
David Axelrod,
Cecil Taylor,
Eve St. Jones,
DNA,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Intrusion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Monolake,
The Beau Brummels,
Crash Course in Science,
David Bowie,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fat Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Nik Kershaw,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cramps,
Joy Division,
Nas,
Bill Wells,
Skarface,
Ronnie Foster,
The Human League,
Urselle,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare,
Jerry's Kids,
Yusef Lateef,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
K-Klass,
L. Decosne,
New York Dolls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kas Product,
T.S.O.L.,
The Doors,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joe Smooth,
Flash Fearless,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sällskapet,
Mission of Burma,
Boredoms,
Gang of Four,
Suburban Knight,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mojo Men,
The Fire Engines,
Magma,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quando Quango,
The Star Department,
Whodini,
The J.B.'s,
Dark Day,
kango's stein massive,
The Cure,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.