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 Antigua and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Prince Buster to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Johnny Clarke,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dawn Penn,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Panda Bear,
The Leaves,
Mandrill,
Absolute Body Control,
Bad Manners,
UT,
10cc,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sandy B,
the Bar-Kays,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Monolake,
Warsaw,
Wire,
Freddie Wadling,
Alton Ellis,
The Index,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Matthew Halsall,
Arthur Verocai,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Last Poets,
Lakeside,
Arcadia,
Bush Tetras,
David Axelrod,
Scrapy,
Donald Byrd,
La Düsseldorf,
T.S.O.L.,
The Names,
Sun Ra,
Fugazi,
Tommy Roe,
The Angels of Light,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter and Kerry,
Soft Machine,
Sister Nancy,
Morten Harket,
Aswad,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harmonia,
CMW,
Smog,
Leonard Cohen,
Deadbeat,
Duran Duran,
The Buckinghams,
The Fall,
James White and The Blacks,
Rites of Spring,
Unrelated Segments,
Ice-T,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.