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 Mali and from Bologna.
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 Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
The Fire Engines,
Circle Jerks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Agent Orange,
Tommy Roe,
These Immortal Souls,
Ten City,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harry Pussy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Zero Boys,
Robert Hood,
Fatback Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barbara Tucker,
Wire,
The Slits,
Glambeats Corp.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
The Stooges,
Simply Red,
Monolake,
Suburban Knight,
Niagra,
Gang of Four,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eddi Front,
ABBA,
Masters at Work,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric Copeland,
Stetsasonic,
Brick,
Japan,
The Happenings,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Second Layer,
The Remains,
CMW,
Sister Nancy,
Slave,
Todd Terry,
Spandau Ballet,
Y Pants,
Chris & Cosey,
Metal Thangz,
Unwound,
Ice-T,
Panda Bear,
Arthur Verocai,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grey Daturas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ludus,
T. Rex,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.