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 Greece and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 The Searchers to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The J.B.'s,
Nils Olav,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Trojans,
Fugazi,
Faraquet,
Nirvana,
AZ,
Black Pus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New Age Steppers,
Motorama,
Blossom Toes,
The Monks,
Ohio Players,
Schoolly D,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Vogues,
The Move,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Intrusion,
John Cale,
Sandy B,
Agent Orange,
Easy Going,
Minor Threat,
The Motions,
Ornette Coleman,
Skriet,
The Standells,
The Neon Judgement,
Desert Stars,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marine Girls,
Black Flag,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Shoche,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Music Machine,
Second Layer,
Hot Snakes,
DJ Style,
The Divine Comedy,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fall,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Suburban Knight,
Albert Ayler,
The Evens,
The Real Kids,
Bluetip,
Maleditus Sound,
Skaos,
Sister Nancy,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.