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 Lebanon and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 Motorama to the grunge 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Joe Smooth,
Spoonie Gee,
Skaos,
Radiohead,
Jacques Brel,
Minny Pops,
The Happenings,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rapeman,
The Velvet Underground,
Reagan Youth,
Lyres,
Japan,
Crooked Eye,
Wally Richardson,
Lower 48,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter & Gordon,
Porter Ricks,
Grey Daturas,
10cc,
cv313,
FM Einheit,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jerry's Kids,
Infiniti,
Kenny Larkin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cameo,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Toasters,
Unrelated Segments,
The Blues Magoos,
La Düsseldorf,
The Pretty Things,
L. Decosne,
The Gories,
Bang On A Can,
Idris Muhammad,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scan 7,
Underground Resistance,
Wolf Eyes,
Scrapy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
These Immortal Souls,
Sarah Menescal,
T. Rex,
Sex Pistols,
Liliput,
Youth Brigade,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Heaven 17,
DJ Style,
Bobby Byrd,
Sister Nancy,
Q65,
the Association,
Dennis Brown,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.