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 Lesotho and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pylon to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Blossom Toes,
Neil Young,
Cybotron,
Interpol,
Bobby Womack,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Doors,
The Blues Magoos,
Lakeside,
Desert Stars,
Zero Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Little Man,
Juan Atkins,
Organ,
Bronski Beat,
Alice Coltrane,
Basic Channel,
Outsiders,
Joe Finger,
Newcleus,
Yellowson,
Tres Demented,
Mark Hollis,
Bad Manners,
Erykah Badu,
Niagra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aswad,
Archie Shepp,
ABC,
The Buckinghams,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sonics,
Lungfish,
the Swans,
Young Marble Giants,
Laurel Aitken,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cameo,
Pole,
Mission of Burma,
John Holt,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-102,
Johnny Clarke,
Oneida,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hashim,
Andrew Hill,
Max Romeo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
JFA,
Animal Collective,
The Evens,
Aloha Tigers,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.