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 Estonia and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pole to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
CMW,
Camouflage,
Aural Exciters,
The Velvet Underground,
Todd Rundgren,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gun Club,
The Searchers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Johnny Clarke,
The Standells,
Fad Gadget,
Tres Demented,
Intrusion,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Michelle Simonal,
Desert Stars,
Inner City,
F. McDonald,
Metal Thangz,
Idris Muhammad,
Cybotron,
Pylon,
Ultravox,
The Star Department,
June of 44,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Hutcherson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marmalade,
Junior Murvin,
Angry Samoans,
Grey Daturas,
Henry Cow,
Duran Duran,
Ten City,
Vainqueur,
Anthony Braxton,
The Saints,
John Lydon,
Slave,
Deadbeat,
The Red Krayola,
Model 500,
A Certain Ratio,
Goldenarms,
The Neon Judgement,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The American Breed,
Sandy B,
Youth Brigade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Malaria!,
Neu!,
Pierre Henry,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.