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 Bulgaria 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 DNA to the rap 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Warsaw,
Half Japanese,
Davy DMX,
Popol Vuh,
The Martian,
The Names,
Derrick Morgan,
The Zeros,
Aswad,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scan 7,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Wyatt,
Jandek,
Underground Resistance,
Circle Jerks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Byrd,
Minnie Riperton,
The Selecter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gong,
Soul Sonic Force,
David McCallum,
The Pretty Things,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
MC5,
Nico,
Smog,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Birthday Party,
Peter & Gordon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Basic Channel,
L. Decosne,
Barry Ungar,
Technova,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Green,
KRS-One,
Sun Ra,
cv313,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
X-102,
Eve St. Jones,
Scratch Acid,
The Sound,
The Index,
OOIOO,
JFA,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Easy Going,
Stiv Bators,
Royal Trux,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.