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 Lesotho and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 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 Darondo to the rap 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Unwound,
Severed Heads,
Heaven 17,
Radiohead,
Skaos,
The Remains,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Soft Cell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wolf Eyes,
The Last Poets,
Rosa Yemen,
Archie Shepp,
The Stooges,
Mission of Burma,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Colin Newman,
Easy Going,
Magma,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
Guru Guru,
kango's stein massive,
Slave,
The Buckinghams,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sam Rivers,
The Young Rascals,
Harmonia,
Barrington Levy,
The Move,
John Lydon,
Siglo XX,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed,
Banda Bassotti,
The Walker Brothers,
Little Man,
A Certain Ratio,
the Sonics,
Intrusion,
Peter & Gordon,
EPMD,
Nirvana,
Robert Görl,
the Association,
Pussy Galore,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Black Dice,
Q65,
Morten Harket,
Deadbeat,
The Vogues,
Fad Gadget,
OOIOO,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.