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 Nauru and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 The Blues Magoos to the techno 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Eddi Front,
Public Enemy,
LL Cool J,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bang On A Can,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Niagra,
Agitation Free,
Scientists,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Görl,
X-102,
Soul II Soul,
Wolf Eyes,
Main Source,
Eve St. Jones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Reagan Youth,
Gang of Four,
Yaz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Real Kids,
La Düsseldorf,
Boogie Down Productions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun City Girls,
X-101,
Ten City,
Albert Ayler,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Trojans,
Aswad,
Barbara Tucker,
Amon Düül II,
Jandek,
cv313,
Deakin,
The Electric Prunes,
Marc Almond,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kerri Chandler,
Camouflage,
Mission of Burma,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Zapp,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Star Department,
The Slits,
Morten Harket,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cal Tjader,
Nils Olav,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.