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 Haiti and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Lou Reed 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 Associates to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
David McCallum,
The Tremeloes,
Pantaleimon,
John Cale,
Scott Walker,
AZ,
Niagra,
Popol Vuh,
Main Source,
Judy Mowatt,
The Pop Group,
The Knickerbockers,
Tim Buckley,
Dark Day,
Darondo,
Letta Mbulu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Erasure,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Andrew Hill,
E-Dancer,
Public Enemy,
Zero Boys,
John Holt,
Gang of Four,
Henry Cow,
Susan Cadogan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jacques Brel,
David Bowie,
Fear,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sonics,
Mo-Dettes,
Spandau Ballet,
Interpol,
Arcadia,
Carl Craig,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Womack,
the Association,
Joe Smooth,
Masters at Work,
Ituana,
Con Funk Shun,
The Zeros,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fortunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Kinks,
Rufus Thomas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Magma,
Siglo XX,
Crispy Ambulance,
Janne Schatter,
Nirvana,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.