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 Togo and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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?
Nils Olav,
Mars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aswad,
EPMD,
Animal Collective,
Reuben Wilson,
Reagan Youth,
AZ,
The Gladiators,
Trumans Water,
Visage,
Patti Smith,
Pantaleimon,
Mad Mike,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tears for Fears,
The Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Excepter,
Tubeway Army,
Carl Craig,
Half Japanese,
Unwound,
Don Cherry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fuzztones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The American Breed,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Drexciya,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Buckinghams,
Hashim,
X-101,
The Doors,
The Gap Band,
Black Flag,
Marc Almond,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Wyatt,
Josef K,
Zapp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
UT,
The Sonics,
Gang Green,
Wings,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Model 500,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oblivians,
Glenn Branca,
John Coltrane,
Kas Product,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gong,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.