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 Comoros 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Minutemen to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Fugazi,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Vogues,
Gang Starr,
Saccharine Trust,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Royal Trux,
Siglo XX,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mummies,
John Lydon,
Andrew Hill,
Alphaville,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Pop Group,
Sun Ra,
Shoche,
The Durutti Column,
Scan 7,
The Flesh Eaters,
FM Einheit,
Duran Duran,
Peter and Kerry,
Ludus,
The Fugs,
Matthew Halsall,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Zeros,
MC5,
Rosa Yemen,
New Age Steppers,
Donald Byrd,
kango's stein massive,
Jeff Lynne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rites of Spring,
JFA,
ABBA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stereo Dub,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aaron Thompson,
H. Thieme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scrapy,
Eli Mardock,
Minny Pops,
The Beau Brummels,
Boredoms,
Gang of Four,
The Pretty Things,
Prince Buster,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kas Product,
Nirvana,
Arab on Radar,
Camouflage,
Peter & Gordon,
Half Japanese,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.