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 Hungary and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Electric Prunes to the grime 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun City Girls,
June Days,
The Skatalites,
The Detroit Cobras,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joy Division,
Rekid,
Scientists,
Siglo XX,
Boredoms,
Brand Nubian,
Erykah Badu,
Lucky Dragons,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sight & Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ralphi Rosario,
Idris Muhammad,
Shuggie Otis,
Letta Mbulu,
Sixth Finger,
EPMD,
Pet Shop Boys,
Echospace,
Aaron Thompson,
Oblivians,
Sällskapet,
Jerry's Kids,
Glenn Branca,
Al Stewart,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Lydon,
Ossler,
Section 25,
Camberwell Now,
Eli Mardock,
Theoretical Girls,
Ludus,
Blossom Toes,
The Associates,
Hot Snakes,
Parry Music,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Buckinghams,
Ohio Players,
Can,
Ronnie Foster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
OOIOO,
Don Cherry,
The Smiths,
Jawbox,
Black Flag,
The Searchers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gun Club,
Bill Near,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.