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 Bolivia and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 Grey Daturas to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Slick Rick,
Niagra,
Funkadelic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cymande,
Josef K,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crash Course in Science,
Todd Rundgren,
Easy Going,
Arthur Verocai,
Amon Düül,
Eric Dolphy,
Man Parrish,
Magazine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Remains,
OOIOO,
Los Fastidios,
The Buckinghams,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Human League,
kango's stein massive,
Eurythmics,
Gang Green,
The Happenings,
Skriet,
Nas,
Gang Starr,
Ultra Naté,
The Barracudas,
Groovy Waters,
Stetsasonic,
Organ,
Underground Resistance,
Second Layer,
The Skatalites,
Faraquet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sarah Menescal,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blossom Toes,
David McCallum,
Boz Scaggs,
The Techniques,
Matthew Halsall,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
Albert Ayler,
Siglo XX,
AZ,
Nik Kershaw,
Jacques Brel,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Cale,
Bauhaus,
Goldenarms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.