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 Denmark and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sandy B to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fear,
Fela Kuti,
Yaz,
Bronski Beat,
The Slits,
Audionom,
The Trojans,
Alice Coltrane,
Sällskapet,
New Order,
Piero Umiliani,
Television Personalities,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Associates,
Rekid,
Fugazi,
Ornette Coleman,
Cybotron,
The Gories,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Siglo XX,
D'Angelo,
Gang Green,
Rufus Thomas,
Deakin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barry Ungar,
Banda Bassotti,
Heaven 17,
Donald Byrd,
Agitation Free,
Rapeman,
Colin Newman,
Tom Boy,
Groovy Waters,
David McCallum,
The Fuzztones,
Interpol,
Rhythm & Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Buzzcocks,
Freddie Wadling,
The Barracudas,
Soulsonic Force,
Mantronix,
Neil Young,
The Fortunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Severed Heads,
Jacob Miller,
Excepter,
Supertramp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marc Almond,
The Mummies,
The Blackbyrds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Erykah Badu,
The Modern Lovers,
Minor Threat,
X-101,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.