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 Solomon Islands and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the grunge 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
The Birthday Party,
Henry Cow,
Camberwell Now,
Lalann,
Wally Richardson,
Whodini,
Rekid,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Japan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dirtbombs,
Dual Sessions,
Circle Jerks,
Eric Dolphy,
The Durutti Column,
Matthew Bourne,
Derrick Morgan,
Parry Music,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Smog,
Gichy Dan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Lydon,
Donald Byrd,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sex Pistols,
Joe Finger,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Five Americans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ten City,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mojo Men,
The Blues Magoos,
Flipper,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Bananas,
The Slits,
Camouflage,
Panda Bear,
Spoonie Gee,
Isaac Hayes,
Alton Ellis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Knickerbockers,
Brothers Johnson,
Goldenarms,
Wire,
Chris & Cosey,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lower 48,
Unwound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.