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 Mauritania and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Mad Mike to the rap 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a güiro 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 snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Public Enemy,
Sparks,
Reuben Wilson,
Lakeside,
Liliput,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dennis Brown,
Laurel Aitken,
Blake Baxter,
Basic Channel,
Carl Craig,
Faust,
Kerri Chandler,
Suicide,
Animal Collective,
Infiniti,
Mad Mike,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wire,
David McCallum,
Toni Rubio,
KRS-One,
Gong,
The Gladiators,
Scientists,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alison Limerick,
The Remains,
Jacques Brel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soulsonic Force,
Bad Manners,
The Buckinghams,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pagans,
Yellowson,
Glenn Branca,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Pop Group,
Banda Bassotti,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Zero Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Anakelly,
The Barracudas,
Young Marble Giants,
Curtis Mayfield,
Guru Guru,
Eve St. Jones,
Inner City,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.