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 Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 Marc Almond to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gun Club,
Nik Kershaw,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Unrelated Segments,
Drexciya,
Von Mondo,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Seeds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lalann,
The Real Kids,
the Bar-Kays,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cybotron,
Mandrill,
Fad Gadget,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare,
Amon Düül II,
Piero Umiliani,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mr. Review,
CMW,
Whodini,
MC5,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Buckinghams,
the Germs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Junior Murvin,
La Düsseldorf,
Underground Resistance,
Moss Icon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Juan Atkins,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dirtbombs,
Eden Ahbez,
Unwound,
Ponytail,
Harmonia,
Charles Mingus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ludus,
Khruangbin,
Hoover,
Tubeway Army,
Sugar Minott,
Joyce Sims,
Mad Mike,
Janne Schatter,
Suburban Knight,
The Gories,
Michelle Simonal,
Outsiders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.