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 Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Funky Four + One to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Deadbeat,
Schoolly D,
Bush Tetras,
John Holt,
Cameo,
Animal Collective,
48th St. Collective,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Trojans,
Fatback Band,
Davy DMX,
Bauhaus,
Johnny Clarke,
E-Dancer,
Echospace,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mantronix,
Tim Buckley,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Human League,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Matthew Bourne,
Radiohead,
Television,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Sheep,
Royal Trux,
Babytalk,
The Misunderstood,
MDC,
Slick Rick,
Mandrill,
Traffic Nightmare,
Throbbing Gristle,
Average White Band,
John Lydon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dawn Penn,
The Offenders,
Jawbox,
Sam Rivers,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Happenings,
The Selecter,
Inner City,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Icehouse,
Wings,
Fela Kuti,
Ludus,
Hardrive,
Andrew Hill,
Essential Logic,
Albert Ayler,
Delta 5,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.