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 Greece and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
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 organ 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
the Slits,
Donald Byrd,
Archie Shepp,
Cameo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Smog,
The Associates,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Last Poets,
Lebanon Hanover,
Maurizio,
Scan 7,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cheater Slicks,
Josef K,
Eve St. Jones,
Eli Mardock,
Pussy Galore,
Echospace,
Gang Starr,
Arab on Radar,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Panda Bear,
The Cure,
Black Sheep,
Black Flag,
Warsaw,
Iggy Pop,
These Immortal Souls,
Second Layer,
Hoover,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Unwound,
Loose Ends,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tommy Roe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bad Manners,
Liliput,
MDC,
U.S. Maple,
The Fire Engines,
The Music Machine,
Joe Smooth,
Television,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marc Almond,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nico,
Aloha Tigers,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mummies,
Fatback Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Depeche Mode,
The Busters,
Funkadelic,
Crime,
Mr. Review,
JFA,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.