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 Papua New Guinea and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the 808 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 The Gun Club to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Cheater Slicks,
Colin Newman,
Wally Richardson,
Spandau Ballet,
Circle Jerks,
the Association,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scion,
Judy Mowatt,
ABC,
Robert Hood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Reuben Wilson,
Minnie Riperton,
DNA,
Robert Wyatt,
The Techniques,
The Mojo Men,
Swans,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quantec,
Bobby Byrd,
Section 25,
Country Teasers,
The Smoke,
The Tremeloes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Music Machine,
John Lydon,
Skaos,
Popol Vuh,
Essential Logic,
R.M.O.,
Derrick May,
Model 500,
Fatback Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Easy Going,
Trumans Water,
Amon Düül,
The Fugs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Pus,
The Litter,
Porter Ricks,
Boredoms,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bad Manners,
Crime,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Theoretical Girls,
Jawbox,
Fugazi,
The Busters,
Pantytec,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Panda Bear,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.