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 Senegal and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Moss Icon,
The Dirtbombs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yazoo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Doors,
Soul II Soul,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tomorrow,
Kurtis Blow,
Mars,
The Techniques,
Talk Talk,
Sun Ra,
Smog,
The Star Department,
The Smoke,
Slave,
Black Flag,
John Coltrane,
Brick,
Aaron Thompson,
The Count Five,
Ornette Coleman,
Youth Brigade,
Absolute Body Control,
Index,
Qualms,
Technova,
The Modern Lovers,
Glenn Branca,
The Leaves,
Shoche,
Can,
Pussy Galore,
Ken Boothe,
Neu!,
June of 44,
Lou Christie,
Minutemen,
Marvin Gaye,
Depeche Mode,
Marine Girls,
The Zeros,
Hasil Adkins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Monks,
Piero Umiliani,
The Pretty Things,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nas,
Bill Near,
Brass Construction,
Saccharine Trust,
The Martian,
The Electric Prunes,
Guru Guru,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crispian St. Peters,
Parry Music,
Aswad,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.