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 Luxembourg and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
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 Tom Verlaine 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 Procol Harum to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Scan 7,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roxy Music,
Man Parrish,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Womack,
The Invisible,
Derrick May,
Bronski Beat,
Arab on Radar,
Stiv Bators,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Litter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cal Tjader,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Pretty Things,
These Immortal Souls,
Mars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quantec,
The Monks,
The Cowsills,
the Slits,
Gichy Dan,
Popol Vuh,
Infiniti,
Al Stewart,
Todd Rundgren,
Sight & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camouflage,
Bill Near,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blossom Toes,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Can,
The Beau Brummels,
The Blues Magoos,
Animal Collective,
The Remains,
Tomorrow,
Black Sheep,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brothers Johnson,
Sarah Menescal,
Reuben Wilson,
The Last Poets,
Brand Nubian,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Johnny Osbourne,
Donald Byrd,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Holt,
Jacob Miller,
Iggy Pop,
John Foxx,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.