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 Albania and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Wake to the grime 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Pussy Galore,
Marine Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Todd Terry,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric Copeland,
Gong,
Marmalade,
Stiv Bators,
cv313,
The Stooges,
Stetsasonic,
K-Klass,
Throbbing Gristle,
Shoche,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lakeside,
Hot Snakes,
Public Enemy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aural Exciters,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter and Kerry,
UT,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Japan,
Wasted Youth,
The Wake,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Last Poets,
Harmonia,
The Star Department,
The Happenings,
Main Source,
The Monks,
Bang On A Can,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bill Wells,
Motorama,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Black Dice,
Glenn Branca,
Ultra Naté,
Barrington Levy,
The New Christs,
Circle Jerks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Anthony Braxton,
Dual Sessions,
R.M.O.,
the Normal,
Dave Gahan,
Television,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
Chrome,
Monks,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.