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 Cyprus and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Desert Stars to the crunk 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Livin' Joy,
Youth Brigade,
Aswad,
Amon Düül,
Boogie Down Productions,
Johnny Clarke,
Clear Light,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scientists,
Rod Modell,
Main Source,
Glenn Branca,
The Zeros,
The Grass Roots,
The Fire Engines,
Brand Nubian,
Scratch Acid,
The Victims,
the Germs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dirtbombs,
Inner City,
DJ Sneak,
Jawbox,
The Mummies,
Adolescents,
Lower 48,
Nirvana,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Anakelly,
The Remains,
The Detroit Cobras,
Prince Buster,
The Knickerbockers,
Gabor Szabo,
OOIOO,
The Fugs,
Fugazi,
Peter and Kerry,
Joyce Sims,
Boz Scaggs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Archie Shepp,
The Cure,
John Foxx,
One Last Wish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fear,
The Moleskins,
Malaria!,
Marine Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New Age Steppers,
Wolf Eyes,
The Red Krayola,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The New Christs,
Magazine,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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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.