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 Sri Lanka and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 David Bowie to the punk 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Animal Collective,
The Residents,
Rotary Connection,
Hashim,
DJ Style,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Slits,
Mars,
The Grass Roots,
Gastr Del Sol,
Masters at Work,
The Velvet Underground,
Boredoms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Glambeats Corp.,
James White and The Blacks,
The Divine Comedy,
These Immortal Souls,
Trumans Water,
the Fania All-Stars,
Vladislav Delay,
Lucky Dragons,
Marc Almond,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun Ra,
Sister Nancy,
Pantytec,
Electric Prunes,
Aswad,
Fat Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tomorrow,
Nils Olav,
Wings,
The Angels of Light,
Nick Fraelich,
Zero Boys,
Drexciya,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lalann,
The United States of America,
Piero Umiliani,
Minny Pops,
The Saints,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fatback Band,
David Axelrod,
Alphaville,
Bauhaus,
Moss Icon,
Lou Reed,
Tubeway Army,
Mr. Review,
Camberwell Now,
Quantec,
the Sonics,
Amon Düül II,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.