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 Poland and from Manchester.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 The Remains to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Sonic Youth,
Rakim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dirtbombs,
Clear Light,
Sarah Menescal,
The Count Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
Archie Shepp,
The Sonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Colin Newman,
Ken Boothe,
Neu!,
Brick,
The Barracudas,
Nas,
Soul II Soul,
Faraquet,
Jacob Miller,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cramps,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Slackers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moebius,
Subhumans,
Pantytec,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fugazi,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eddi Front,
Yellowson,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Zeros,
Wasted Youth,
The Gun Club,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
Make Up,
Bronski Beat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wings,
Half Japanese,
Janne Schatter,
Minny Pops,
Tres Demented,
The Star Department,
Banda Bassotti,
Cluster,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kayak,
Tim Buckley,
Dorothy Ashby,
Malaria!,
The Selecter,
Scan 7,
Nick Fraelich,
Ossler,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.