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 Eritrea and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Young Marble Giants to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Minutemen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sandy B,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Funkadelic,
Country Teasers,
The Motions,
Ten City,
Tubeway Army,
Thee Headcoats,
The Monks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cymande,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Green,
Lucky Dragons,
Lindisfarne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Beau Brummels,
Siglo XX,
Negative Approach,
David Axelrod,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cramps,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Monochrome Set,
Radiohead,
Angry Samoans,
Anakelly,
Main Source,
Eric B and Rakim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Victims,
ABBA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Malaria!,
Soft Machine,
DJ Sneak,
Lalann,
Sun City Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Clear Light,
Johnny Clarke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter and Kerry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moby Grape,
Basic Channel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kayak,
Jawbox,
cv313,
The Alarm Clocks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dead Boys,
Scrapy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deepchord,
Peter & Gordon,
Ohio Players,
The Move,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.