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 Gambia and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Evens to the techno 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Echospace,
Bobby Byrd,
Essential Logic,
T.S.O.L.,
Easy Going,
The Cramps,
Nas,
Minnie Riperton,
Sex Pistols,
Ultimate Spinach,
Silicon Teens,
Dead Boys,
Interpol,
Lakeside,
The Residents,
The Doors,
Quando Quango,
Wire,
The Human League,
Heaven 17,
Jeff Mills,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jacob Miller,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
One Last Wish,
New Order,
Yellowson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fat Boys,
Public Enemy,
Organ,
Rod Modell,
Roxy Music,
Symarip,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dennis Brown,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jawbox,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
UT,
Charles Mingus,
the Sonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kas Product,
Magazine,
The Invisible,
MDC,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cymande,
Groovy Waters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jacques Brel,
John Cale,
The Cure,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.