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 Malaysia and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Terry Callier to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Index,
The Gun Club,
Black Bananas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Absolute Body Control,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Litter,
LL Cool J,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wings,
Erykah Badu,
The Pretty Things,
Procol Harum,
The J.B.'s,
Zero Boys,
The Last Poets,
Amon Düül,
Soulsonic Force,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Real Kids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Evens,
Bronski Beat,
Technova,
Arcadia,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Slits,
DJ Sneak,
David Bowie,
Isaac Hayes,
The Electric Prunes,
Second Layer,
Faraquet,
Archie Shepp,
Oblivians,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fortunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Schoolly D,
X-102,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Motions,
Fat Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Jerry's Kids,
Dave Gahan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wally Richardson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grauzone,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gories,
The United States of America,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Sonics,
Whodini,
Cecil Taylor,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.