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 Libya and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Drive Like Jehu to the punk 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Cluster,
Stereo Dub,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sarah Menescal,
The Slackers,
Soft Machine,
Rapeman,
Thompson Twins,
Stiv Bators,
Prince Buster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Human League,
Crash Course in Science,
Letta Mbulu,
Connie Case,
Black Sheep,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Sherman,
Iggy Pop,
The Modern Lovers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ice-T,
The Fuzztones,
David Axelrod,
The Zeros,
Black Flag,
Harpers Bizarre,
Niagra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Faust,
Monks,
Mandrill,
Little Man,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Bar-Kays,
Rakim,
the Human League,
Visage,
Deadbeat,
Dead Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neu!,
Procol Harum,
The Last Poets,
Moss Icon,
Alphaville,
Ornette Coleman,
Kayak,
Mr. Review,
John Lydon,
Jeff Lynne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fluxion,
Bobby Byrd,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Raincoats,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lee Hazlewood,
This Heat,
Archie Shepp,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.