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 Liberia and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Alton Ellis to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eddi Front,
EPMD,
Skaos,
Cameo,
The Monks,
John Cale,
Jacques Brel,
CMW,
Animal Collective,
Sandy B,
Donald Byrd,
Los Fastidios,
The Dave Clark Five,
Underground Resistance,
Au Pairs,
Idris Muhammad,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Bar-Kays,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pussy Galore,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ronan,
Clear Light,
Basic Channel,
Cecil Taylor,
Archie Shepp,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yaz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Half Japanese,
Grandmaster Flash,
Agent Orange,
Scion,
Gil Scott Heron,
Steve Hackett,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Audionom,
Pulsallama,
The Blues Magoos,
Shoche,
The United States of America,
Depeche Mode,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Standells,
Radiopuhelimet,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Television,
Pierre Henry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crooked Eye,
The Red Krayola,
X-Ray Spex,
Ice-T,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.