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 Kuwait and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
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 808 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 Black Flag to the dance 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Human League,
Slick Rick,
Main Source,
Fort Wilson Riot,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aswad,
The Associates,
Fela Kuti,
The Fortunes,
Amazonics,
Fear,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mr. Review,
Minor Threat,
Blake Baxter,
Model 500,
Roxy Music,
Scion,
Yaz,
Tom Boy,
Guru Guru,
Cluster,
The Last Poets,
Angry Samoans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultravox,
The Walker Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Make Up,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun Ra,
Joy Division,
Moby Grape,
Wally Richardson,
Swell Maps,
Chrome,
Mo-Dettes,
David Axelrod,
Severed Heads,
Pussy Galore,
Radio Birdman,
Ronnie Foster,
Organ,
Ten City,
Bad Manners,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Blackbyrds,
The Invisible,
Sound Behaviour,
The Real Kids,
Von Mondo,
La Düsseldorf,
Arab on Radar,
The Dead C,
Pharoah Sanders,
Theoretical Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.