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 Algeria and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman 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?
Soft Cell,
Joe Finger,
The Stooges,
Black Pus,
Joey Negro,
In Retrospect,
This Heat,
Juan Atkins,
The Angels of Light,
Cluster,
Technova,
Bang On A Can,
Easy Going,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Faraquet,
The Count Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Absolute Body Control,
Electric Prunes,
Wolf Eyes,
Cal Tjader,
Theoretical Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Iggy Pop,
Public Enemy,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Toasters,
Archie Shepp,
Nas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pussy Galore,
Soul II Soul,
Leonard Cohen,
The Move,
EPMD,
Hoover,
Hasil Adkins,
Pulsallama,
Wasted Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
Lindisfarne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
K-Klass,
The Dirtbombs,
Andrew Hill,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Anakelly,
The Litter,
the Soft Cell,
Black Sheep,
Oneida,
Slick Rick,
Donald Byrd,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.