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 Norway and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Mandrill to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Faust,
Janne Schatter,
the Sonics,
Skarface,
Second Layer,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed,
Grandmaster Flash,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joey Negro,
Nils Olav,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Don Cherry,
Procol Harum,
The Selecter,
David McCallum,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quando Quango,
June Days,
Public Enemy,
The Tremeloes,
Radio Birdman,
Delta 5,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Technova,
The Cure,
Yusef Lateef,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hardrive,
Hashim,
Idris Muhammad,
Liliput,
John Holt,
Main Source,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Visage,
New York Dolls,
The Gories,
Shoche,
Robert Görl,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Womack,
Barrington Levy,
Fad Gadget,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rotary Connection,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ronnie Foster,
Pole,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rites of Spring,
Sandy B,
AZ,
Mantronix,
Ice-T,
Basic Channel,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.