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 Japan 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Wake to the techno 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Slick Rick,
Black Pus,
Spoonie Gee,
Fluxion,
Loose Ends,
Alton Ellis,
Sonic Youth,
Erasure,
The United States of America,
Max Romeo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ponytail,
Blancmange,
Lebanon Hanover,
Television Personalities,
Isaac Hayes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Public Image Ltd.,
Amazonics,
Joyce Sims,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
Rotary Connection,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mars,
Porter Ricks,
Lightning Bolt,
The Associates,
Skaos,
Lalann,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Wake,
Robert Wyatt,
The Slackers,
Moss Icon,
Groovy Waters,
Intrusion,
Fugazi,
Mr. Review,
In Retrospect,
Q and Not U,
the Sonics,
Lower 48,
Lakeside,
Rapeman,
Eddi Front,
Subhumans,
Ronnie Foster,
Maurizio,
Wolf Eyes,
ABBA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Unwound,
Schoolly D,
Nirvana,
Underground Resistance,
Hasil Adkins,
Rakim,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.