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 Fiji and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 the Swans to the rap 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
D'Angelo,
The Red Krayola,
Animal Collective,
Maurizio,
Can,
This Heat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare,
Zapp,
Half Japanese,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
FM Einheit,
Hot Snakes,
Guru Guru,
The Busters,
Audionom,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deadbeat,
Circle Jerks,
New York Dolls,
Eden Ahbez,
Tommy Roe,
the Normal,
Duran Duran,
Average White Band,
Flash Fearless,
Marc Almond,
The Motions,
Tomorrow,
Wolf Eyes,
Make Up,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Altered Images,
The Detroit Cobras,
Vladislav Delay,
the Association,
Sound Behaviour,
Electric Prunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Standells,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yaz,
Slave,
Iggy Pop,
Kayak,
Gang Green,
Fatback Band,
Agitation Free,
Sex Pistols,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Simply Red,
Siglo XX,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eli Mardock,
The Trojans,
E-Dancer,
The Victims,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.