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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the grime 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Groovy Waters,
Deadbeat,
EPMD,
James White and The Blacks,
The Real Kids,
This Heat,
Reagan Youth,
The Gun Club,
Man Parrish,
Y Pants,
Max Romeo,
Sister Nancy,
Motorama,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pole,
Radio Birdman,
The Dirtbombs,
DNA,
Josef K,
Livin' Joy,
Crash Course in Science,
ABBA,
Fela Kuti,
Letta Mbulu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
F. McDonald,
Von Mondo,
Royal Trux,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ponytail,
The Blackbyrds,
Yellowson,
Radiohead,
Mark Hollis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Funkadelic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Darondo,
Minny Pops,
MDC,
Wings,
The Fall,
The Slits,
John Lydon,
The Smiths,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Normal,
OOIOO,
The Litter,
Stiv Bators,
Symarip,
Wasted Youth,
Audionom,
Lyres,
Little Man,
Swans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Steve Hackett,
Charles Mingus,
Bill Wells,
Sällskapet,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.