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 Pakistan and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Germs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
U.S. Maple,
Rufus Thomas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Audionom,
The Standells,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Residents,
Bootsy Collins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Khruangbin,
Babytalk,
John Lydon,
Skaos,
Technova,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yazoo,
The Count Five,
World's Most,
Dark Day,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marine Girls,
The Kinks,
Bush Tetras,
Neu!,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Surgeon,
Neil Young,
Minutemen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Magma,
The Names,
The Evens,
Aloha Tigers,
Outsiders,
Cameo,
10cc,
Don Cherry,
The Move,
Rapeman,
Popol Vuh,
John Coltrane,
LL Cool J,
Suburban Knight,
Skarface,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
La Düsseldorf,
Arcadia,
Lebanon Hanover,
China Crisis,
Roy Ayers,
Fear,
Aaron Thompson,
The Saints,
Qualms,
Joe Smooth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chrome,
Goldenarms,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.