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 Iran and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Anthony Braxton to the dance 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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Scientists,
Robert Görl,
Blake Baxter,
Skriet,
The Smiths,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tom Boy,
The Doors,
Chris & Cosey,
Brass Construction,
The Young Rascals,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gories,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Soft Cell,
Groovy Waters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
K-Klass,
The Offenders,
Pierre Henry,
Dennis Brown,
The Raincoats,
The Moody Blues,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eden Ahbez,
Tres Demented,
The Mojo Men,
Quantec,
Grey Daturas,
Tubeway Army,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Cale,
Eve St. Jones,
Minutemen,
LL Cool J,
Funkadelic,
The Move,
The New Christs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Faraquet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bob Dylan,
the Swans,
Ronnie Foster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wasted Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
Bizarre Inc.,
Maurizio,
Jacques Brel,
Accadde A,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Names,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sugar Minott,
Mandrill,
Agent Orange,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.