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 Gambia and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bronski Beat to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
The Searchers,
The Stooges,
Warren Ellis,
Pantytec,
In Retrospect,
The Motions,
Jacques Brel,
Susan Cadogan,
Boz Scaggs,
Newcleus,
Suicide,
Technova,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hot Snakes,
The Gun Club,
Babytalk,
Eric Dolphy,
Television Personalities,
Young Marble Giants,
Man Parrish,
Howard Jones,
Chris & Cosey,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Echospace,
The Shadows of Knight,
Maleditus Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Kayak,
Surgeon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Don Cherry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Intrusion,
Malaria!,
Infiniti,
Soulsonic Force,
Mission of Burma,
The Victims,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bang On A Can,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
T.S.O.L.,
The Wake,
The Standells,
Judy Mowatt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Funky Four + One,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dead Boys,
The Martian,
Sun City Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
One Last Wish,
Faust,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Pretty Things,
Jerry's Kids,
The Raincoats,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.