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 Namibia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Unwound to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Maleditus Sound,
LL Cool J,
Mars,
The Vogues,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Suburban Knight,
Derrick May,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kevin Saunderson,
AZ,
Quadrant,
Johnny Clarke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radiohead,
Porter Ricks,
The Golliwogs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mantronix,
Lou Christie,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oblivians,
Soft Cell,
Y Pants,
ABBA,
Arthur Verocai,
The Count Five,
Rosa Yemen,
The Selecter,
Oneida,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pantaleimon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
D'Angelo,
Delta 5,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Negative Approach,
Lower 48,
Marmalade,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bob Dylan,
L. Decosne,
Magazine,
New Age Steppers,
Stetsasonic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Whodini,
Duran Duran,
Hashim,
The Wake,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wings,
Technova,
Peter and Kerry,
Shuggie Otis,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Monochrome Set,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.