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 Greece and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Suicide to the punk 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Flash Fearless,
Roger Hodgson,
Deadbeat,
Amazonics,
The Cramps,
The Velvet Underground,
Hot Snakes,
FM Einheit,
Moss Icon,
The Searchers,
Scientists,
Graham Central Station,
Pussy Galore,
Television Personalities,
Johnny Clarke,
Joyce Sims,
Pylon,
The Gories,
Maleditus Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
Ken Boothe,
Monks,
The Invisible,
Cluster,
U.S. Maple,
Lungfish,
Kurtis Blow,
Theoretical Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Henry Cow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Whodini,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neil Young,
The Cowsills,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hasil Adkins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yusef Lateef,
Althea and Donna,
Cameo,
Section 25,
Vainqueur,
EPMD,
Joey Negro,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeff Mills,
Interpol,
The Monks,
Fela Kuti,
Jacques Brel,
Mad Mike,
John Holt,
Motorama,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.