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 Finland and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 T. Rex to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Soulsonic Force,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
New Order,
Monolake,
June Days,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Al Stewart,
Circle Jerks,
48th St. Collective,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ronnie Foster,
Roxy Music,
a-ha,
Technova,
The Real Kids,
Sarah Menescal,
Bauhaus,
X-102,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sixth Finger,
Vladislav Delay,
Simply Red,
Sandy B,
Byron Stingily,
Sun Ra,
Spoonie Gee,
Japan,
MDC,
Fad Gadget,
Tubeway Army,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Byrd,
Depeche Mode,
X-101,
Matthew Halsall,
Scan 7,
The Litter,
Idris Muhammad,
Bluetip,
Angry Samoans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Echospace,
Marshall Jefferson,
Outsiders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Section 25,
The Gories,
Ponytail,
K-Klass,
Andrew Hill,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oneida,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dead Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Last Poets,
Gong,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.