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 Georgia and from Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Loose Ends,
Mad Mike,
Eve St. Jones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Move,
Pylon,
Barbara Tucker,
Dual Sessions,
T. Rex,
Erasure,
The Fuzztones,
Steve Hackett,
Malaria!,
Organ,
Masters at Work,
Tears for Fears,
Sarah Menescal,
Roger Hodgson,
The Skatalites,
Soft Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
Neu!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Flag,
David McCallum,
Skaos,
Derrick May,
Soul II Soul,
Alice Coltrane,
The Smiths,
Don Cherry,
The Music Machine,
June of 44,
The Happenings,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
10cc,
Robert Hood,
The Seeds,
Flipper,
Au Pairs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun Ra,
Drexciya,
Deakin,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeff Mills,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rosa Yemen,
DJ Sneak,
Wolf Eyes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nas,
The Monks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Isaac Hayes,
The Buckinghams,
Jandek,
The Sound,
The Associates,
Hasil Adkins,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.