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 Dominica and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jeru the Damaja to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
10cc,
Amazonics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Shuggie Otis,
Infiniti,
Scan 7,
The Monochrome Set,
Harry Pussy,
Skaos,
Sixth Finger,
The Tremeloes,
Prince Buster,
The Offenders,
Stetsasonic,
Anakelly,
The Fortunes,
Schoolly D,
Janne Schatter,
David Bowie,
Rites of Spring,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sparks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scientists,
Peter and Kerry,
June Days,
Los Fastidios,
Magma,
The Gories,
The Remains,
Severed Heads,
John Foxx,
Minutemen,
Lindisfarne,
Intrusion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Steve Hackett,
Bobbi Humphrey,
China Crisis,
Lyres,
Harmonia,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arab on Radar,
Hasil Adkins,
Japan,
The Slits,
Panda Bear,
The Index,
Fugazi,
Ultimate Spinach,
Surgeon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
FM Einheit,
Interpol,
the Slits,
Hardrive,
Mission of Burma,
The Knickerbockers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Franke,
Hoover,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.