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 Algeria and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Standells to the rock 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
June of 44,
Sex Pistols,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amazonics,
Bootsy Collins,
Harry Pussy,
Eurythmics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kurtis Blow,
Soft Machine,
a-ha,
Oneida,
Hoover,
Drexciya,
New Order,
Nico,
Trumans Water,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Smog,
Slave,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scientists,
Pussy Galore,
Japan,
Newcleus,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang of Four,
Parry Music,
Panda Bear,
Janne Schatter,
Can,
Simply Red,
Arcadia,
Frankie Knuckles,
Royal Trux,
MDC,
Pantytec,
Essential Logic,
Goldenarms,
Gang Starr,
Robert Görl,
PIL,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minny Pops,
The Walker Brothers,
Easy Going,
John Cale,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yusef Lateef,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Accadde A,
Kerri Chandler,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joe Smooth,
Scan 7,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pulsallama,
Sixth Finger,
Johnny Clarke,
Barry Ungar,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.