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 Slovenia 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Motorama to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's 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?
Pet Shop Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Los Fastidios,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Wyatt,
Thompson Twins,
Hoover,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Khruangbin,
The American Breed,
Drexciya,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eric Dolphy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Warren Ellis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minor Threat,
Nirvana,
Eurythmics,
Excepter,
Sam Rivers,
Agitation Free,
Minnie Riperton,
Bob Dylan,
Juan Atkins,
Mars,
Alison Limerick,
Jeru the Damaja,
One Last Wish,
Surgeon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
David McCallum,
MDC,
X-101,
The Standells,
Brick,
Sister Nancy,
Tomorrow,
Steve Hackett,
Zapp,
LL Cool J,
Cecil Taylor,
Pylon,
DJ Sneak,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mr. Review,
The Wake,
Roy Ayers,
Ultra Naté,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sun City Girls,
Magma,
Negative Approach,
The Fuzztones,
the Sonics,
Newcleus,
The Real Kids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.