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 Iran and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the disco 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Animal Collective,
Buzzcocks,
Icehouse,
Lalann,
Junior Murvin,
Radio Birdman,
Boz Scaggs,
Michelle Simonal,
Scion,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Das Ding,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Toasters,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cure,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Niagra,
Make Up,
JFA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nas,
Fad Gadget,
The Associates,
The Flesh Eaters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Youth Brigade,
Bootsy Collins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sällskapet,
Robert Hood,
Sun City Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Quantec,
The Alarm Clocks,
Zero Boys,
The Wake,
Donald Byrd,
Q65,
Sixth Finger,
Jandek,
Nico,
Scott Walker,
Gang of Four,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cal Tjader,
The Dirtbombs,
Archie Shepp,
Flipper,
Rod Modell,
The Mummies,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bill Wells,
Royal Trux,
Warren Ellis,
Blancmange,
The Moleskins,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.