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 Nepal 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Aaron Thompson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Holt,
The Trojans,
Harry Pussy,
X-102,
L. Decosne,
Lower 48,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Womack,
The Victims,
Boredoms,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Green,
The Black Dice,
Rekid,
Bush Tetras,
Agent Orange,
Lakeside,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scan 7,
Agitation Free,
Newcleus,
The Electric Prunes,
The Birthday Party,
Ice-T,
Country Teasers,
The Residents,
Rufus Thomas,
Wally Richardson,
the Slits,
Anakelly,
Khruangbin,
James White and The Blacks,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gun Club,
Bauhaus,
Tomorrow,
Section 25,
Au Pairs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Letta Mbulu,
cv313,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fugazi,
The Knickerbockers,
New Age Steppers,
Junior Murvin,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Essential Logic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soul II Soul,
The Pop Group,
Davy DMX,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.