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 Micronesia and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wolf Eyes to the punk 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Josef K,
Avey Tare,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Raincoats,
The Gories,
Underground Resistance,
Liliput,
Funkadelic,
The Smoke,
Dave Gahan,
Peter & Gordon,
World's Most,
Pantytec,
Morten Harket,
Tres Demented,
Hasil Adkins,
Animal Collective,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camouflage,
The Grass Roots,
The Fall,
Arthur Verocai,
X-101,
X-102,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alison Limerick,
Rakim,
Livin' Joy,
Brick,
The Modern Lovers,
Crooked Eye,
Interpol,
The Black Dice,
Derrick May,
Lou Reed,
T. Rex,
New Order,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Victims,
The Pretty Things,
Deadbeat,
F. McDonald,
The Toasters,
Pagans,
Rosa Yemen,
Johnny Clarke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
EPMD,
OOIOO,
Blossom Toes,
Jandek,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ponytail,
Buzzcocks,
Excepter,
Nils Olav,
Jacques Brel,
Babytalk,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.