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 Sweden and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 Throbbing Gristle to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül II,
Donny Hathaway,
Derrick May,
Lucky Dragons,
The Knickerbockers,
Sight & Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Five Americans,
Erykah Badu,
The Kinks,
Bad Manners,
Lee Hazlewood,
Trumans Water,
Intrusion,
The J.B.'s,
Aswad,
Q65,
Yellowson,
The Slits,
The Last Poets,
Quantec,
Zero Boys,
Unwound,
Half Japanese,
The Fall,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oneida,
New Age Steppers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skarface,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Trojans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Blues Magoos,
Warsaw,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Model 500,
Chris Corsano,
The Real Kids,
The Stooges,
Can,
The Techniques,
Subhumans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Faust,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Matthew Halsall,
Interpol,
Dave Gahan,
X-101,
OOIOO,
The Beau Brummels,
Crash Course in Science,
The Moleskins,
The Doors,
Throbbing Gristle,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.