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 Philippines and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 Ornette Coleman to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
E-Dancer,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Essential Logic,
Lungfish,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Knickerbockers,
Harmonia,
Angry Samoans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boz Scaggs,
Todd Terry,
Eli Mardock,
Ludus,
Circle Jerks,
Donald Byrd,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marc Almond,
June of 44,
La Düsseldorf,
Can,
Jerry's Kids,
Chris & Cosey,
Kaleidoscope,
Tom Boy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sparks,
Loose Ends,
Skarface,
Aural Exciters,
Funkadelic,
Howard Jones,
The Buckinghams,
The Vogues,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dual Sessions,
Jawbox,
Von Mondo,
the Slits,
The Fire Engines,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Goldenarms,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kerri Chandler,
Maleditus Sound,
Lower 48,
Jandek,
Gabor Szabo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bluetip,
Derrick May,
Camouflage,
Second Layer,
Judy Mowatt,
The Blackbyrds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arcadia,
Mandrill,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.