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 Jamaica and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 48th St. Collective to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Kayak,
Inner City,
Unwound,
the Soft Cell,
Deakin,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Martian,
Tropical Tobacco,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stereo Dub,
Whodini,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eden Ahbez,
Jawbox,
Mark Hollis,
Chris & Cosey,
Connie Case,
Tres Demented,
Von Mondo,
The Neon Judgement,
Circle Jerks,
Drexciya,
Suicide,
Brick,
Harmonia,
Minutemen,
Sex Pistols,
Subhumans,
Fatback Band,
John Holt,
The Human League,
Fad Gadget,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Don Cherry,
Oblivians,
Arcadia,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fela Kuti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Reagan Youth,
L. Decosne,
Simply Red,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Red Krayola,
The Fuzztones,
Quando Quango,
Bad Manners,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cybotron,
Pere Ubu,
Reuben Wilson,
Cluster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pantaleimon,
Wasted Youth,
Main Source,
The Gap Band,
Soul II Soul,
The Skatalites,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.