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 Norway 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 kango's stein massive to the rap 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Scan 7,
Al Stewart,
Skriet,
Lower 48,
Arab on Radar,
Toni Rubio,
Simply Red,
John Lydon,
Laurel Aitken,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Godley & Creme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Swans,
The Knickerbockers,
Scientists,
The Wake,
Bluetip,
Boz Scaggs,
Stereo Dub,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Human League,
MC5,
These Immortal Souls,
The Dirtbombs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Anthony Braxton,
Kenny Larkin,
The Neon Judgement,
Japan,
Public Enemy,
Iggy Pop,
Hot Snakes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Shuggie Otis,
Stetsasonic,
Yellowson,
Grey Daturas,
Faraquet,
Rekid,
OOIOO,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Surgeon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flash Fearless,
Das Ding,
The Slackers,
Faust,
Spoonie Gee,
Colin Newman,
Deadbeat,
Au Pairs,
The Last Poets,
Cluster,
Sarah Menescal,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Foxx,
Bobby Womack,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.