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 Suriname and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Dorothy Ashby to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Oneida,
Fugazi,
Echospace,
The Cramps,
The Slits,
Todd Terry,
Scratch Acid,
Kerrie Biddell,
One Last Wish,
Los Fastidios,
Black Flag,
Roxette,
Interpol,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lakeside,
MC5,
The Smiths,
Smog,
ABC,
Minny Pops,
Goldenarms,
Chris & Cosey,
Marvin Gaye,
The Selecter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dead C,
X-102,
David Bowie,
L. Decosne,
Crime,
The Shadows of Knight,
Section 25,
Buzzcocks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minor Threat,
Monks,
Blossom Toes,
The Birthday Party,
Malaria!,
Circle Jerks,
Bush Tetras,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
EPMD,
Marc Almond,
The Star Department,
Hardrive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Leonard Cohen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kaleidoscope,
T.S.O.L.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Schoolly D,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rotary Connection,
Y Pants,
John Cale,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.