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 Tanzania and from New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 OOIOO to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Procol Harum,
Todd Terry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Prince Buster,
Oneida,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
ABBA,
Bobby Womack,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
MC5,
The Seeds,
Hashim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed,
Soft Cell,
Marc Almond,
Nico,
Interpol,
Essential Logic,
Davy DMX,
Janne Schatter,
The Raincoats,
Deadbeat,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ornette Coleman,
LL Cool J,
Excepter,
Lakeside,
Jerry's Kids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kenny Larkin,
The Electric Prunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
48th St. Collective,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sonics,
Blossom Toes,
H. Thieme,
Henry Cow,
Scion,
Lou Christie,
Bang On A Can,
Popol Vuh,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tears for Fears,
Aswad,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rapeman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Public Enemy,
FM Einheit,
The Victims,
Fluxion,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.