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 Accra.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Monks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Lakeside,
Minutemen,
Aural Exciters,
Minor Threat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Infiniti,
Unrelated Segments,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skriet,
The Fuzztones,
Fluxion,
Delta 5,
The Fugs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Byron Stingily,
The Saints,
kango's stein massive,
The Golliwogs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eli Mardock,
The Flesh Eaters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
Jeff Lynne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Excepter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Starr,
Peter & Gordon,
Matthew Bourne,
Erykah Badu,
Severed Heads,
Young Marble Giants,
Kerri Chandler,
Pole,
Don Cherry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Japan,
Ituana,
Sight & Sound,
Mandrill,
Crime,
Scott Walker,
Mission of Burma,
Fugazi,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Last Poets,
Lightning Bolt,
Lucky Dragons,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gong,
The Human League,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tom Boy,
Vainqueur,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Byrd,
Wolf Eyes,
Suburban Knight,
Crispy Ambulance,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.