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 Germany and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 David Bowie 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 Roxy Music to the crunk 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a marimba and a theremin 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 güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
cv313,
Subhumans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roxy Music,
Monks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yellowson,
Piero Umiliani,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Cale,
Gang Gang Dance,
Smog,
Carl Craig,
Glenn Branca,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Johnny Clarke,
Wings,
Alison Limerick,
Darondo,
Absolute Body Control,
Marine Girls,
Quadrant,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Isaac Hayes,
Ken Boothe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fela Kuti,
Basic Channel,
The Remains,
Lower 48,
Rapeman,
Deadbeat,
Talk Talk,
Section 25,
Grauzone,
X-Ray Spex,
KRS-One,
Scion,
H. Thieme,
Connie Case,
Marvin Gaye,
Ponytail,
Suicide,
Spoonie Gee,
Wasted Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Names,
Deakin,
Lou Reed,
Josef K,
Archie Shepp,
The Slackers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Q and Not U,
Todd Terry,
Television Personalities,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soulsonic Force,
Joe Smooth,
D'Angelo,
The Toasters,
The Golliwogs,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.