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 Estonia and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Vladislav Delay,
Newcleus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Y Pants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Derrick Morgan,
The Kinks,
The Offenders,
Godley & Creme,
David Axelrod,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gap Band,
John Foxx,
Brick,
Tommy Roe,
Whodini,
Bad Manners,
Agitation Free,
David McCallum,
Index,
PIL,
Anakelly,
Rosa Yemen,
Roy Ayers,
Bush Tetras,
Josef K,
Bill Wells,
the Germs,
Cymande,
Lightning Bolt,
Minutemen,
MDC,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric Copeland,
Deakin,
Flash Fearless,
Alton Ellis,
Roxette,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neil Young,
the Sonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Clear Light,
Goldenarms,
Unrelated Segments,
The Busters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
K-Klass,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Matthew Bourne,
Gichy Dan,
ABBA,
Thee Headcoats,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sight & Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Durutti Column,
Laurel Aitken,
The Index,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.