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 United States and from Seoul.
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 Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Juan Atkins to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Surgeon,
Dennis Brown,
Barrington Levy,
Sixth Finger,
Oblivians,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Zero Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter and Kerry,
Juan Atkins,
Minutemen,
Television Personalities,
The Fire Engines,
Joey Negro,
The Sonics,
Vainqueur,
Public Enemy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Trojans,
The Dirtbombs,
Spandau Ballet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Alice Coltrane,
Bootsy Collins,
X-101,
the Sonics,
K-Klass,
Second Layer,
Amon Düül II,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eddi Front,
Eric Copeland,
John Foxx,
Qualms,
Outsiders,
Joy Division,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skarface,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mission of Burma,
Grey Daturas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bronski Beat,
The Associates,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Searchers,
Soft Machine,
Oneida,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joe Finger,
Urselle,
The Victims,
Jesper Dahlback,
Max Romeo,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.