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 Solomon Islands and from Lyon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 Monolake to the grunge 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cecil Taylor,
Arthur Verocai,
This Heat,
Cheater Slicks,
Interpol,
Ultravox,
The Fortunes,
Johnny Clarke,
Negative Approach,
The Mummies,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeff Lynne,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Iggy Pop,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Soft Cell,
The Blues Magoos,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Trumans Water,
Audionom,
China Crisis,
Television Personalities,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Idris Muhammad,
Rod Modell,
Sällskapet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Victims,
Procol Harum,
John Cale,
The Fire Engines,
Quando Quango,
Japan,
Man Parrish,
Rekid,
The Move,
Todd Terry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Electric Prunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Hood,
The Sonics,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Womack,
Albert Ayler,
Soft Cell,
Swell Maps,
Ponytail,
Mark Hollis,
Lower 48,
Second Layer,
Sam Rivers,
48th St. Collective,
Nico,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Pop Group,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.