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 Iraq and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Donald Fagen 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 Subhumans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange 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?
The Red Krayola,
The Count Five,
the Slits,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bluetip,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Searchers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eve St. Jones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New York Dolls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crash Course in Science,
Infiniti,
KRS-One,
Gong,
The Invisible,
Harmonia,
Gang Starr,
Das Ding,
Sandy B,
John Foxx,
Gang of Four,
Lalann,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Desert Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Morten Harket,
Black Bananas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Television Personalities,
Roxy Music,
Don Cherry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Doors,
Hoover,
kango's stein massive,
Kurtis Blow,
Excepter,
The Smoke,
Tres Demented,
Eurythmics,
the Association,
Erasure,
The Saints,
Fear,
Half Japanese,
Crispian St. Peters,
Johnny Clarke,
The Residents,
Mad Mike,
Crime,
David Bowie,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Derrick May,
Amon Düül,
Siglo XX,
Television,
Bronski Beat,
Archie Shepp,
Gabor Szabo,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.