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 Nicaragua and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ 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 The Velvet Underground to the crunk 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Techniques,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Slackers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The United States of America,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dawn Penn,
ABC,
The Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Kinks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultra Naté,
The Misunderstood,
Lebanon Hanover,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barry Ungar,
DJ Sneak,
The Blues Magoos,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
PIL,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Last Poets,
Lungfish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ponytail,
Eddi Front,
Pantytec,
Lindisfarne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Görl,
John Foxx,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Leaves,
Fluxion,
Soft Cell,
Patti Smith,
Circle Jerks,
Make Up,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultravox,
Desert Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cramps,
The Tremeloes,
Hashim,
Hardrive,
The Standells,
Masters at Work,
Scientists,
The Selecter,
Crash Course in Science,
Amazonics,
The Angels of Light,
The Human League,
Groovy Waters,
Brick,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.