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 Niger and from Tokyo.
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 Hong Kong and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Bizarre Inc. to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
L. Decosne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crispy Ambulance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bill Wells,
KRS-One,
Silicon Teens,
E-Dancer,
Wolf Eyes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dead C,
The Durutti Column,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Excepter,
Roxy Music,
Gabor Szabo,
Josef K,
The Young Rascals,
Alice Coltrane,
Qualms,
Marshall Jefferson,
Graham Central Station,
the Association,
Monks,
Crime,
Youth Brigade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joyce Sims,
Jacob Miller,
Quadrant,
Ice-T,
Depeche Mode,
Nils Olav,
Audionom,
Heaven 17,
The Cure,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Christie,
The Cramps,
Metal Thangz,
The Neon Judgement,
R.M.O.,
Fatback Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ten City,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric B and Rakim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fall,
The Offenders,
Jandek,
Avey Tare,
The Sonics,
Suicide,
Eddi Front,
LL Cool J,
Darondo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.