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 St Lucia and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Bush Tetras to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
The Monks,
Von Mondo,
Jandek,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Slits,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sonic Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
Severed Heads,
Isaac Hayes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brass Construction,
Popol Vuh,
The Divine Comedy,
John Holt,
Mission of Burma,
the Germs,
Bluetip,
Curtis Mayfield,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dennis Brown,
Section 25,
Bobby Byrd,
Groovy Waters,
Japan,
Flash Fearless,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pantytec,
The Fall,
Aural Exciters,
Jawbox,
Porter Ricks,
Nick Fraelich,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bob Dylan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nils Olav,
Echospace,
Sound Behaviour,
Monolake,
F. McDonald,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alice Coltrane,
Tears for Fears,
FM Einheit,
China Crisis,
The Smoke,
Gang Green,
Quantec,
Crime,
The Zeros,
Black Sheep,
Negative Approach,
Blancmange,
Joe Finger,
X-102,
Panda Bear,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Move,
Fad Gadget,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.