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 Djibouti and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Television Personalities to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ice-T,
Warsaw,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dead Boys,
Eurythmics,
Eli Mardock,
This Heat,
Buzzcocks,
Chrome,
Q and Not U,
Wings,
Nils Olav,
Bill Wells,
CMW,
The Fire Engines,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yazoo,
The Pop Group,
Slave,
The Selecter,
Matthew Bourne,
Bob Dylan,
Niagra,
Model 500,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Masters at Work,
Malaria!,
Hashim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Five Americans,
E-Dancer,
Brothers Johnson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Unrelated Segments,
Tim Buckley,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nirvana,
Underground Resistance,
The Wake,
The Mummies,
Nick Fraelich,
Spoonie Gee,
Rhythm & Sound,
June of 44,
The Doors,
X-101,
Marmalade,
John Cale,
Henry Cow,
John Lydon,
Technova,
Los Fastidios,
the Bar-Kays,
Reuben Wilson,
The Moleskins,
The Invisible,
Electric Prunes,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.