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 Iceland and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Circle Jerks to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joey Negro,
The Velvet Underground,
the Germs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fad Gadget,
Agitation Free,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amazonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Holt,
Liliput,
Massinfluence,
Black Sheep,
ABBA,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter & Gordon,
The J.B.'s,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fall,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pagans,
Bang On A Can,
The Fortunes,
Buzzcocks,
David Axelrod,
Chris Corsano,
Wasted Youth,
Silicon Teens,
The Wake,
The Martian,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Starr,
The Victims,
Yaz,
New York Dolls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pulsallama,
Sällskapet,
X-101,
Susan Cadogan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kenny Larkin,
the Association,
Marshall Jefferson,
Whodini,
Robert Wyatt,
The Trojans,
D'Angelo,
The Techniques,
The Buckinghams,
Brass Construction,
Soulsonic Force,
Trumans Water,
Wally Richardson,
Cheater Slicks,
Arab on Radar,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
F. McDonald,
Ultravox,
Isaac Hayes,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.