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 France and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Avey Tare to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
The Barracudas,
Model 500,
The Slits,
The Dead C,
Loose Ends,
Soul II Soul,
Underground Resistance,
Quando Quango,
JFA,
Spoonie Gee,
Livin' Joy,
Maurizio,
Cymande,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Danielle Patucci,
The Associates,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Slackers,
Bill Wells,
Stetsasonic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Das Ding,
The Angels of Light,
Darondo,
Flipper,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Make Up,
The Golliwogs,
Hasil Adkins,
Anthony Braxton,
Swans,
Lou Christie,
The Walker Brothers,
Ossler,
Piero Umiliani,
Donald Byrd,
Maleditus Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Goldenarms,
Sight & Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Zapp,
The Human League,
Iggy Pop,
FM Einheit,
Peter and Kerry,
DNA,
Qualms,
Althea and Donna,
The Mojo Men,
The Techniques,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Metal Thangz,
Erykah Badu,
Agent Orange,
Section 25,
Frankie Knuckles,
Davy DMX,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.