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 Thailand and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Joe Smooth to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Scientists,
John Foxx,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sonic Youth,
Lindisfarne,
Carl Craig,
Organ,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Monks,
The Music Machine,
Amon Düül,
Lungfish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
L. Decosne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Steve Hackett,
Blancmange,
E-Dancer,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harmonia,
Sister Nancy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joyce Sims,
Porter Ricks,
Con Funk Shun,
Piero Umiliani,
The Pretty Things,
A Certain Ratio,
Warren Ellis,
Franke,
Andrew Hill,
Circle Jerks,
Ultravox,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nils Olav,
John Holt,
Hashim,
Jeff Mills,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
World's Most,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Misunderstood,
Thompson Twins,
Masters at Work,
Gong,
Skaos,
Delta 5,
MDC,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Royal Trux,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tommy Roe,
Marmalade,
Mission of Burma,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alison Limerick,
Ohio Players,
Bob Dylan,
Minor Threat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.