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 France and from Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Michael McDonald 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 Searchers to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
The Velvet Underground,
Lindisfarne,
Marine Girls,
Swell Maps,
The Five Americans,
One Last Wish,
David Bowie,
Juan Atkins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Swans,
The Seeds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bootsy Collins,
The Toasters,
Aural Exciters,
Funky Four + One,
Parry Music,
Arthur Verocai,
Glenn Branca,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mandrill,
Big Daddy Kane,
Echospace,
Soul Sonic Force,
Faraquet,
Bobby Sherman,
Harry Pussy,
Patti Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
UT,
Shuggie Otis,
Alice Coltrane,
The Walker Brothers,
Maurizio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Happenings,
Deepchord,
Von Mondo,
Colin Newman,
The Music Machine,
The Pretty Things,
Masters at Work,
The Grass Roots,
Donald Byrd,
Kurtis Blow,
The Blues Magoos,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thee Headcoats,
Bill Near,
The Last Poets,
Bad Manners,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marcia Griffiths,
Electric Prunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bush Tetras,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bauhaus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.