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 Cameroon and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Angry Samoans to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Iggy Pop,
X-Ray Spex,
Eden Ahbez,
The Durutti Column,
Mark Hollis,
H. Thieme,
Los Fastidios,
The Stooges,
Jeff Lynne,
The Modern Lovers,
Deadbeat,
Angry Samoans,
U.S. Maple,
Banda Bassotti,
OOIOO,
In Retrospect,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
Sonic Youth,
Dark Day,
The Standells,
Jeru the Damaja,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
PIL,
Spoonie Gee,
The Moody Blues,
The Martian,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ronnie Foster,
Faraquet,
Aloha Tigers,
Tears for Fears,
Vainqueur,
Robert Hood,
Lakeside,
Nas,
Donald Byrd,
The Mummies,
Davy DMX,
Gichy Dan,
The Real Kids,
Ten City,
Camberwell Now,
The Wake,
Mary Jane Girls,
Das Ding,
Crispian St. Peters,
Juan Atkins,
Scan 7,
Ludus,
Loose Ends,
Make Up,
June of 44,
Essential Logic,
June Days,
Blancmange,
The New Christs,
Kurtis Blow,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.