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 United States and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Tim Buckley to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Pantytec,
Jimmy McGriff,
Todd Terry,
Index,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aural Exciters,
Skriet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Faraquet,
Ten City,
The Cure,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kenny Larkin,
Lower 48,
Television Personalities,
Angry Samoans,
Boredoms,
Morten Harket,
Vladislav Delay,
Buzzcocks,
Magazine,
The United States of America,
the Soft Cell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Tremeloes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Suburban Knight,
Rapeman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Magma,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cowsills,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Warsaw,
The Flesh Eaters,
Infiniti,
Parry Music,
Duran Duran,
Robert Görl,
X-Ray Spex,
Harmonia,
David Bowie,
Country Teasers,
Scrapy,
The Evens,
Sound Behaviour,
Kayak,
Agitation Free,
The Black Dice,
The Skatalites,
Public Enemy,
Anthony Braxton,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ronan,
Tubeway Army,
Yusef Lateef,
The Real Kids,
Crooked Eye,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.