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 Estonia and from Milan.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lucky Dragons to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Tres Demented,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hasil Adkins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
OOIOO,
Ultravox,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Victims,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Inner City,
MDC,
Swell Maps,
Marcia Griffiths,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jacques Brel,
The Slackers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bill Wells,
Vladislav Delay,
Andrew Hill,
Pole,
Grauzone,
The Busters,
Warsaw,
DJ Sneak,
PIL,
The Seeds,
The New Christs,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Blackbyrds,
Babytalk,
Fad Gadget,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Doobie Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
Ice-T,
Sam Rivers,
The Golliwogs,
Brothers Johnson,
The Offenders,
Glenn Branca,
Eurythmics,
Tim Buckley,
F. McDonald,
Animal Collective,
Lalo Schifrin,
The J.B.'s,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter & Gordon,
Buzzcocks,
Chris & Cosey,
Roxette,
The Pop Group,
Royal Trux,
John Foxx,
Newcleus,
Arcadia,
Supertramp,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.