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 Malta and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
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 Robert Palmer 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 The J.B.'s to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Seeds,
Magma,
The Walker Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ponytail,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Funky Four + One,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Index,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Excepter,
Television Personalities,
a-ha,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang of Four,
Suburban Knight,
The Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Fela Kuti,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aural Exciters,
Ossler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stiv Bators,
Lalann,
Brick,
The Raincoats,
Wasted Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
Albert Ayler,
Sixth Finger,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skarface,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Association,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sällskapet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Public Enemy,
Q65,
The Leaves,
The Stooges,
Iggy Pop,
Davy DMX,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Lydon,
Shoche,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Saccharine Trust,
Smog,
Moss Icon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Angry Samoans,
John Cale,
Japan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Intrusion,
Max Romeo,
Scratch Acid,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.