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 Dominica and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Angels of Light to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Ornette Coleman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fela Kuti,
Don Cherry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Moon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flamin' Groovies,
Reagan Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
Sound Behaviour,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minor Threat,
Aural Exciters,
Talk Talk,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Green,
Rapeman,
Sixth Finger,
The Gun Club,
Kurtis Blow,
Schoolly D,
Accadde A,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Saints,
The New Christs,
Marine Girls,
Technova,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Angry Samoans,
Rakim,
Bush Tetras,
CMW,
The Walker Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Modern Lovers,
Malaria!,
Jerry's Kids,
Lucky Dragons,
Depeche Mode,
Fad Gadget,
Negative Approach,
The Cowsills,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gap Band,
Babytalk,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eve St. Jones,
Basic Channel,
Sam Rivers,
The Index,
June Days,
New Order,
Nico,
Juan Atkins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
H. Thieme,
E-Dancer,
Sonic Youth,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.