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 Spain and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 The Skatalites to the grime 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Trumans Water,
Fat Boys,
Fatback Band,
The Young Rascals,
The Black Dice,
Gichy Dan,
John Coltrane,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Bar-Kays,
Newcleus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Visage,
Darondo,
John Cale,
Wally Richardson,
Guru Guru,
Frankie Knuckles,
48th St. Collective,
Flash Fearless,
Agent Orange,
Grauzone,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Q and Not U,
The Cowsills,
Iggy Pop,
Echospace,
Harry Pussy,
The Buckinghams,
Electric Prunes,
Parry Music,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aaron Thompson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Offenders,
Slick Rick,
Alison Limerick,
Warren Ellis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare,
Erasure,
Glambeats Corp.,
ABBA,
Stereo Dub,
The Knickerbockers,
The Slits,
Sonic Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brothers Johnson,
Y Pants,
Josef K,
Malaria!,
Barry Ungar,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Sheep,
Skarface,
David Axelrod,
Excepter,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.