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 Ghana and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare 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 Glenn Branca to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Ponytail,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Laurel Aitken,
The Raincoats,
Pulsallama,
Radiohead,
kango's stein massive,
Camberwell Now,
Derrick Morgan,
Boz Scaggs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Au Pairs,
Minutemen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Hood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gichy Dan,
Yusef Lateef,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amon Düül,
Dawn Penn,
Camouflage,
Flipper,
Junior Murvin,
Blake Baxter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Colin Newman,
Carl Craig,
Deadbeat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barclay James Harvest,
Animal Collective,
Michelle Simonal,
Dead Boys,
Monks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joyce Sims,
Technova,
Kenny Larkin,
Sandy B,
Barbara Tucker,
Lakeside,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DJ Style,
Supertramp,
Todd Terry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oblivians,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cybotron,
Cluster,
Jandek,
Delon & Dalcan,
Letta Mbulu,
Bauhaus,
H. Thieme,
The Associates,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.