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 Iran and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mad Mike to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
New Order,
10cc,
The Motions,
Fatback Band,
Josef K,
The Fortunes,
Porter Ricks,
Derrick May,
The Names,
Organ,
Bill Wells,
T. Rex,
Scientists,
Brand Nubian,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alphaville,
Roxette,
Kas Product,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jacob Miller,
Ludus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lucky Dragons,
Bizarre Inc.,
Big Daddy Kane,
David Bowie,
Eli Mardock,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultra Naté,
Nirvana,
Easy Going,
Jawbox,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oneida,
Bang On A Can,
Sonny Sharrock,
June Days,
Reuben Wilson,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fall,
Carl Craig,
The Martian,
X-Ray Spex,
DJ Sneak,
Slick Rick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Terry Callier,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sarah Menescal,
Nils Olav,
Aaron Thompson,
Youth Brigade,
Crooked Eye,
cv313,
Shuggie Otis,
Derrick Morgan,
Essential Logic,
The Durutti Column,
Nico,
Cybotron,
Junior Murvin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.