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 France and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Swell Maps to the electroclash 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Y Pants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gichy Dan,
Urselle,
H. Thieme,
Man Parrish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Darondo,
Jandek,
X-101,
Lou Christie,
The Grass Roots,
Freddie Wadling,
Chris Corsano,
The Black Dice,
Desert Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Q and Not U,
Eden Ahbez,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Godley & Creme,
Minnie Riperton,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Moleskins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alphaville,
Tubeway Army,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Star Department,
Dual Sessions,
David McCallum,
cv313,
Amon Düül II,
Rites of Spring,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pantaleimon,
Minutemen,
Sparks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bluetip,
Idris Muhammad,
Main Source,
Joy Division,
Liliput,
Peter and Kerry,
June of 44,
Junior Murvin,
Glenn Branca,
Simply Red,
Swans,
Kurtis Blow,
Bauhaus,
The Busters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.