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 Italy and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 Germs to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Mills,
New Order,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cure,
Cameo,
Reagan Youth,
Drexciya,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fugs,
The Happenings,
Echospace,
Moby Grape,
Scion,
Letta Mbulu,
Guru Guru,
Deakin,
Grey Daturas,
Rakim,
New Age Steppers,
Audionom,
Reuben Wilson,
Isaac Hayes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roxette,
Lightning Bolt,
Roger Hodgson,
Graham Central Station,
R.M.O.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stiv Bators,
The Gun Club,
The Doobie Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
Minny Pops,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stereo Dub,
The Angels of Light,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dead C,
Camouflage,
Subhumans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amon Düül II,
The Sound,
Deepchord,
Negative Approach,
Flipper,
Desert Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
Lebanon Hanover,
Junior Murvin,
Connie Case,
Zero Boys,
Eurythmics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.