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 Kenya and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Black Flag to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Mantronix,
Drexciya,
The Knickerbockers,
Barrington Levy,
Man Parrish,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crash Course in Science,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thee Headcoats,
Sexual Harrassment,
Delta 5,
The Smiths,
The Dead C,
The Cowsills,
Motorama,
Electric Prunes,
Ronnie Foster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cheater Slicks,
Metal Thangz,
Magma,
Gang Starr,
Monks,
Minor Threat,
Kayak,
Alice Coltrane,
John Coltrane,
The Electric Prunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Subhumans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nas,
Black Sheep,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Talk Talk,
Inner City,
Skarface,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dark Day,
Joey Negro,
The Trojans,
Aswad,
Bobby Byrd,
The Martian,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bootsy Collins,
Pantytec,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crime,
Patti Smith,
Erykah Badu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric Copeland,
This Heat,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.