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 Libya and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 LL Cool J to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
the Swans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David McCallum,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camouflage,
Anthony Braxton,
Y Pants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Q65,
The Pretty Things,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rotary Connection,
Das Ding,
The Slits,
The Monochrome Set,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Suicide,
The Dead C,
Jerry's Kids,
Royal Trux,
Inner City,
Youth Brigade,
Pole,
Jesper Dahlback,
Echospace,
Loose Ends,
Slick Rick,
Cecil Taylor,
Deepchord,
Brick,
The Slackers,
The Real Kids,
The Tremeloes,
Cluster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pere Ubu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oneida,
Bad Manners,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Subhumans,
Rod Modell,
This Heat,
John Coltrane,
Albert Ayler,
Jacob Miller,
The Beau Brummels,
The Knickerbockers,
Moby Grape,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kerri Chandler,
The Angels of Light,
Tres Demented,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Livin' Joy,
The Litter,
Talk Talk,
Pagans,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.