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 France and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Sex Pistols to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal 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?
Rapeman,
The Sonics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Make Up,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mandrill,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Funky Four + One,
David Axelrod,
Kas Product,
Smog,
Minutemen,
Skriet,
Niagra,
The Fugs,
Funkadelic,
Darondo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alison Limerick,
Duran Duran,
the Normal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marc Almond,
F. McDonald,
Quando Quango,
Banda Bassotti,
Chris Corsano,
The Five Americans,
The Pretty Things,
Schoolly D,
Alice Coltrane,
Harmonia,
The Victims,
Albert Ayler,
Excepter,
Arab on Radar,
Moss Icon,
The Neon Judgement,
The J.B.'s,
The Smiths,
Chrome,
Whodini,
Accadde A,
Desert Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Goldenarms,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oblivians,
The American Breed,
The Young Rascals,
Blake Baxter,
Reagan Youth,
The Kinks,
KRS-One,
48th St. Collective,
Agent Orange,
Liliput,
Stiv Bators,
The Trojans,
Roxy Music,
Von Mondo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.