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 Kenya and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fortunes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Todd Terry,
48th St. Collective,
The Birthday Party,
Bad Manners,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Judy Mowatt,
Mr. Review,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gap Band,
Sister Nancy,
The Cure,
Swans,
Blancmange,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed,
ABBA,
The Gun Club,
Ituana,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Country Teasers,
Donald Byrd,
Josef K,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultra Naté,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Byrd,
the Human League,
Boz Scaggs,
Sixth Finger,
Johnny Clarke,
Delta 5,
Cluster,
Fugazi,
Nirvana,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pantaleimon,
F. McDonald,
Freddie Wadling,
The Remains,
Subhumans,
Oblivians,
The Motions,
Gichy Dan,
Y Pants,
8 Eyed Spy,
World's Most,
The Fire Engines,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Amazonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Music Machine,
Suburban Knight,
Black Flag,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.