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 Afghanistan and from London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Public Enemy to the punk 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Can,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Icehouse,
FM Einheit,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wings,
Smog,
The Barracudas,
The Young Rascals,
Whodini,
X-Ray Spex,
Drexciya,
Von Mondo,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Albert Ayler,
Y Pants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric Copeland,
Erykah Badu,
Todd Terry,
ABBA,
Grauzone,
Talk Talk,
The Doors,
Lou Reed,
Technova,
Hardrive,
Barbara Tucker,
Aaron Thompson,
The Electric Prunes,
Electric Prunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barrington Levy,
June of 44,
Lebanon Hanover,
Absolute Body Control,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Television Personalities,
The Leaves,
Chris Corsano,
Pagans,
Circle Jerks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Banda Bassotti,
Aswad,
Tommy Roe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Piero Umiliani,
Underground Resistance,
Maurizio,
Buzzcocks,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Fear,
Wolf Eyes,
The Evens,
T.S.O.L.,
Ornette Coleman,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.