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 Bologna.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Gastr Del Sol to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Toasters,
Leonard Cohen,
Essential Logic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sight & Sound,
cv313,
Bronski Beat,
Black Sheep,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Magazine,
The Electric Prunes,
Motorama,
Soul II Soul,
The Fugs,
Agitation Free,
Television Personalities,
Quadrant,
One Last Wish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skriet,
Magma,
The United States of America,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Music Machine,
Dawn Penn,
Skaos,
The Sound,
Organ,
Deakin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jandek,
the Swans,
Tom Boy,
Kurtis Blow,
Minor Threat,
The Victims,
Mars,
Arcadia,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Names,
Subhumans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Buzzcocks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Toni Rubio,
Tubeway Army,
Tropical Tobacco,
Derrick Morgan,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dead Boys,
Sparks,
Schoolly D,
X-102,
Arab on Radar,
Sun Ra,
Heaven 17,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.