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 Libya and from Beijing.
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 Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 Jawbox to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Fela Kuti,
Oblivians,
The Beau Brummels,
Dawn Penn,
Supertramp,
The Motions,
Laurel Aitken,
Fatback Band,
Sonic Youth,
Monolake,
Sister Nancy,
Derrick Morgan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pylon,
Surgeon,
Depeche Mode,
Derrick May,
Grauzone,
Porter Ricks,
Urselle,
Neu!,
Connie Case,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Evens,
CMW,
The Names,
Freddie Wadling,
The Leaves,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Suburban Knight,
Bush Tetras,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stiv Bators,
Peter & Gordon,
Jacob Miller,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Television Personalities,
One Last Wish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roy Ayers,
E-Dancer,
Aswad,
Wasted Youth,
Accadde A,
World's Most,
Suicide,
Tomorrow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kaleidoscope,
Clear Light,
Rod Modell,
Aural Exciters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hoover,
Ponytail,
Pantytec,
Erykah Badu,
Index,
Lou Reed,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.