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 Seychelles and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
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 snare 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 Marcia Griffiths to the funk 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Bluetip,
Unwound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Essential Logic,
Idris Muhammad,
Underground Resistance,
The Angels of Light,
Reuben Wilson,
the Normal,
Joensuu 1685,
The J.B.'s,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scratch Acid,
Blossom Toes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cure,
MDC,
Darondo,
The American Breed,
Johnny Osbourne,
Section 25,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soulsonic Force,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roy Ayers,
John Lydon,
Danielle Patucci,
Maleditus Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Organ,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oneida,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yaz,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Moleskins,
Laurel Aitken,
Marc Almond,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Monochrome Set,
LL Cool J,
Ice-T,
The Mummies,
Skarface,
Masters at Work,
Subhumans,
The Smiths,
Guru Guru,
Schoolly D,
Jeff Mills,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.