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 Taiwan and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 H. Thieme to the rap 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lindisfarne,
Bang On A Can,
Smog,
Monks,
The Real Kids,
The Star Department,
Barbara Tucker,
Joensuu 1685,
Accadde A,
X-Ray Spex,
DNA,
The Golliwogs,
Tommy Roe,
Ten City,
The Modern Lovers,
Kayak,
Alton Ellis,
Skarface,
Boredoms,
The Grass Roots,
Deakin,
Nas,
Nick Fraelich,
Soulsonic Force,
Faraquet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moby Grape,
Buzzcocks,
Ohio Players,
Kaleidoscope,
Davy DMX,
The Sonics,
Gang of Four,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Young Marble Giants,
John Lydon,
Talk Talk,
Nils Olav,
David Bowie,
Ponytail,
Roxy Music,
Gang Green,
E-Dancer,
Kevin Saunderson,
Michelle Simonal,
The Associates,
Liliput,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Erykah Badu,
The Happenings,
The Human League,
T.S.O.L.,
DJ Sneak,
The Busters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.