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 Congo and from Mexico City.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Neil Young to the disco 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Evens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amon Düül II,
Siglo XX,
Gang Gang Dance,
Slave,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fall,
Kerrie Biddell,
Unwound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Spoonie Gee,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joey Negro,
Deadbeat,
The Techniques,
Popol Vuh,
Freddie Wadling,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Organ,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Leaves,
Bizarre Inc.,
Main Source,
Make Up,
Soul Sonic Force,
Warren Ellis,
Boredoms,
Alton Ellis,
The Searchers,
World's Most,
Prince Buster,
Tomorrow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rekid,
Eden Ahbez,
June of 44,
Ornette Coleman,
The Doors,
Brass Construction,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Simply Red,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Blackbyrds,
Minutemen,
Lyres,
Delta 5,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Raincoats,
Bluetip,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scan 7,
Bang On A Can,
Mo-Dettes,
Bill Near,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jawbox,
James White and The Blacks,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.