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 Lesotho and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Names,
Bauhaus,
Parry Music,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barclay James Harvest,
MDC,
Rekid,
Circle Jerks,
Index,
Crash Course in Science,
the Germs,
The Buckinghams,
Das Ding,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Graham Central Station,
Desert Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Glenn Branca,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Modern Lovers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Reagan Youth,
Can,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Skarface,
The Raincoats,
Porter Ricks,
Brothers Johnson,
Dead Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Gichy Dan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bootsy Collins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jacob Miller,
Faust,
Bang On A Can,
The Five Americans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Goldenarms,
Yusef Lateef,
Albert Ayler,
Newcleus,
Scrapy,
Zapp,
Royal Trux,
Sound Behaviour,
Rites of Spring,
Dave Gahan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Althea and Donna,
Crooked Eye,
Charles Mingus,
Surgeon,
Bobby Womack,
Reuben Wilson,
Ohio Players,
Blancmange,
Stiv Bators,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.