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 Tajikistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Jacques Brel,
The Gories,
Surgeon,
Lakeside,
Colin Newman,
Circle Jerks,
T.S.O.L.,
Stereo Dub,
Mr. Review,
KRS-One,
MDC,
The Detroit Cobras,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pole,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Josef K,
Mo-Dettes,
Technova,
Soft Cell,
Junior Murvin,
Magazine,
Joensuu 1685,
Wasted Youth,
the Soft Cell,
Scott Walker,
The Gun Club,
Chrome,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Basic Channel,
Robert Görl,
Ultra Naté,
The Residents,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Funkadelic,
Saccharine Trust,
Jacob Miller,
Avey Tare,
Gregory Isaacs,
Negative Approach,
The Black Dice,
Yaz,
The Standells,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Don Cherry,
Royal Trux,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Modern Lovers,
Au Pairs,
Aaron Thompson,
Babytalk,
Marine Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Seeds,
Alice Coltrane,
Inner City,
Subhumans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joy Division,
Reuben Wilson,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.