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 Italy and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Offenders to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Raincoats,
The Mojo Men,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Walker Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Youth Brigade,
Quadrant,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Skatalites,
Gabor Szabo,
Prince Buster,
Glenn Branca,
Arcadia,
Cheater Slicks,
The Techniques,
Smog,
The Leaves,
Skarface,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Invisible,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Janne Schatter,
Von Mondo,
Lou Christie,
Scrapy,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fugs,
Erykah Badu,
The Human League,
Icehouse,
Sparks,
10cc,
Black Flag,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Standells,
A Certain Ratio,
Dawn Penn,
Man Eating Sloth,
Simply Red,
The Mummies,
Urselle,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gories,
Ossler,
Neu!,
The Dead C,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Star Department,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Little Man,
Sun Ra,
Nas,
Liliput,
T. Rex,
Dead Boys,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.