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 Brazil and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 The United States of America to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Moleskins,
Nirvana,
Maleditus Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Laurel Aitken,
Cameo,
Section 25,
Unwound,
The Gun Club,
Ituana,
Piero Umiliani,
The Slits,
Letta Mbulu,
Byron Stingily,
Ronan,
Buzzcocks,
The Music Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blake Baxter,
Lalann,
Lucky Dragons,
Kayak,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scott Walker,
Sandy B,
Todd Rundgren,
Model 500,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grey Daturas,
Guru Guru,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Iggy Pop,
Amon Düül II,
Skarface,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Qualms,
The Fugs,
Fad Gadget,
The Cure,
Spoonie Gee,
The Young Rascals,
Infiniti,
Michelle Simonal,
Young Marble Giants,
MC5,
Liliput,
Radiohead,
Zero Boys,
Joyce Sims,
The Standells,
The Wake,
Rufus Thomas,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fuzztones,
Alphaville,
Big Daddy Kane,
L. Decosne,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.