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 Ecuador and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Donald Fagen 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 Bronski Beat to the crunk 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
48th St. Collective,
The Misunderstood,
Bad Manners,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gap Band,
Brothers Johnson,
The Count Five,
The Barracudas,
Warren Ellis,
Quando Quango,
Ituana,
F. McDonald,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thompson Twins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Buzzcocks,
Minor Threat,
Yaz,
Joensuu 1685,
Crime,
Von Mondo,
the Fania All-Stars,
UT,
Babytalk,
Ornette Coleman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kenny Larkin,
The Golliwogs,
Kurtis Blow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mission of Burma,
Rufus Thomas,
Groovy Waters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jacob Miller,
Pantaleimon,
The Remains,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Womack,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Byrd,
Jawbox,
La Düsseldorf,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Piero Umiliani,
Scrapy,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fire Engines,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lakeside,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Modern Lovers,
Severed Heads,
The Music Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
Camouflage,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.