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 Afghanistan and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Monks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Johnny Osbourne,
Outsiders,
Infiniti,
Wolf Eyes,
Model 500,
Faraquet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Warren Ellis,
Los Fastidios,
Bootsy Collins,
Brand Nubian,
Glenn Branca,
Moebius,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mark Hollis,
Symarip,
Soul Sonic Force,
Organ,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chrome,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Raincoats,
The Index,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Altered Images,
Sandy B,
Au Pairs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Derrick May,
Mary Jane Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
The Stooges,
Fela Kuti,
48th St. Collective,
CMW,
Guru Guru,
Patti Smith,
Main Source,
Absolute Body Control,
Hoover,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Seeds,
Marvin Gaye,
The Blues Magoos,
John Coltrane,
Sugar Minott,
Anakelly,
The Flesh Eaters,
Youth Brigade,
Black Moon,
Archie Shepp,
Al Stewart,
The Red Krayola,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
F. McDonald,
Fear,
Subhumans,
Public Enemy,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.