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 Qatar and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Rites of Spring to the disco 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Moby Grape,
Pierre Henry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Model 500,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gladiators,
Connie Case,
Barbara Tucker,
Oblivians,
Visage,
Mandrill,
Ossler,
Rekid,
Spoonie Gee,
Morten Harket,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Danielle Patucci,
Chrome,
Amon Düül II,
The Litter,
Sam Rivers,
Camouflage,
Circle Jerks,
Pantytec,
Letta Mbulu,
Zero Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jawbox,
China Crisis,
the Swans,
Crispy Ambulance,
World's Most,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lindisfarne,
Tim Buckley,
Second Layer,
The Cowsills,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vladislav Delay,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Matthew Halsall,
LL Cool J,
The J.B.'s,
Henry Cow,
Scrapy,
Archie Shepp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Toni Rubio,
Franke,
Boredoms,
Motorama,
Make Up,
Charles Mingus,
Wasted Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Delta 5,
Black Flag,
Newcleus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Boz Scaggs,
Public Enemy,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.