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 Eritrea and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 Glenn Branca to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Lindisfarne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Massinfluence,
Marmalade,
Fatback Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Vladislav Delay,
Lower 48,
The Invisible,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skarface,
Hoover,
Juan Atkins,
T. Rex,
The Cure,
Avey Tare,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Zeros,
Cybotron,
The Dead C,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Vogues,
KRS-One,
MDC,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Inner City,
Tim Buckley,
48th St. Collective,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amon Düül,
The Fugs,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-Ray Spex,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Index,
Wasted Youth,
Fad Gadget,
OOIOO,
Jerry's Kids,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dark Day,
Arthur Verocai,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang of Four,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Electric Prunes,
The Count Five,
The Sonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Pantaleimon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Barracudas,
Altered Images,
Quadrant,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.