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 Nicaragua and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 Easy Going to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
The Toasters,
K-Klass,
The Smoke,
LL Cool J,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Panda Bear,
Funkadelic,
Kaleidoscope,
John Lydon,
Brand Nubian,
Sun Ra,
Jeff Lynne,
Malaria!,
The Blues Magoos,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soul II Soul,
Pussy Galore,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang of Four,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
Niagra,
The Litter,
Magazine,
James White and The Blacks,
Whodini,
Nico,
Main Source,
Glenn Branca,
Eric Copeland,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harmonia,
Mantronix,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Hood,
Adolescents,
Wire,
L. Decosne,
Amazonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
The New Christs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eden Ahbez,
CMW,
Blancmange,
Gong,
Roxette,
Minny Pops,
The Music Machine,
Little Man,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Suicide,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tommy Roe,
Liliput,
Freddie Wadling,
Skaos,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.