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 Solomon Islands and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
CMW,
The Mojo Men,
Delta 5,
Desert Stars,
John Lydon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Invisible,
Boogie Down Productions,
ABC,
Derrick Morgan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Los Fastidios,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Leonard Cohen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gichy Dan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Maurizio,
Eric Dolphy,
K-Klass,
Massinfluence,
James White and The Blacks,
Charles Mingus,
Crash Course in Science,
Alison Limerick,
Oneida,
Delon & Dalcan,
Donald Byrd,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jandek,
Kerri Chandler,
Rufus Thomas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yaz,
Arab on Radar,
John Coltrane,
Barry Ungar,
Grauzone,
Gang Gang Dance,
New Age Steppers,
Audionom,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Pus,
The Litter,
Fatback Band,
Excepter,
Flash Fearless,
The Toasters,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Saints,
Soft Cell,
The Young Rascals,
Interpol,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Panda Bear,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nico,
Khruangbin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.