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 Saudi Arabia and from Delhi.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 China Crisis to the funk 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
MDC,
Aaron Thompson,
Sister Nancy,
Sparks,
The Real Kids,
Vainqueur,
John Cale,
R.M.O.,
The Raincoats,
PIL,
Alphaville,
Public Image Ltd.,
Echospace,
Ultimate Spinach,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Delta 5,
The Count Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kurtis Blow,
Eurythmics,
The Fire Engines,
The Happenings,
Bobby Byrd,
Severed Heads,
F. McDonald,
Motorama,
Aswad,
Moss Icon,
The Gories,
The Leaves,
The Slackers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Red Krayola,
Johnny Clarke,
Ituana,
The Fugs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Underground Resistance,
Negative Approach,
Bluetip,
Fugazi,
The Motions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gichy Dan,
Smog,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tres Demented,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Moleskins,
Fatback Band,
Young Marble Giants,
The Standells,
Boz Scaggs,
Zapp,
Niagra,
Scientists,
Flash Fearless,
Wally Richardson,
The Human League,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.