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 Ivory Coast and from Toronto.
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 Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Minor Threat to the techno 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
New Age Steppers,
Bush Tetras,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mojo Men,
Dave Gahan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Monochrome Set,
Nirvana,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Pretty Things,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Symarip,
The Seeds,
DNA,
Guru Guru,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Womack,
Sarah Menescal,
Bluetip,
Urselle,
John Coltrane,
Spandau Ballet,
Das Ding,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Count Five,
Anakelly,
Amon Düül,
Jeff Mills,
Bob Dylan,
Dual Sessions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Doors,
Eli Mardock,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Television Personalities,
Bauhaus,
Pussy Galore,
Sonic Youth,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Judy Mowatt,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Wyatt,
Faraquet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Trumans Water,
The Wake,
Roxy Music,
Niagra,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Misunderstood,
Procol Harum,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gregory Isaacs,
Janne Schatter,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.