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 Mauritius and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Yellowson to the dance 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Japan,
Glenn Branca,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New Order,
Althea and Donna,
the Germs,
The Cramps,
K-Klass,
Easy Going,
Byron Stingily,
Supertramp,
T. Rex,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Electric Prunes,
Ice-T,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aswad,
Bob Dylan,
Lindisfarne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yellowson,
The Happenings,
Kas Product,
Sarah Menescal,
Alice Coltrane,
Howard Jones,
Mr. Review,
Scan 7,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tres Demented,
The J.B.'s,
Black Pus,
Chris & Cosey,
Dawn Penn,
Suicide,
Absolute Body Control,
Wire,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Birthday Party,
Fluxion,
Camberwell Now,
Soulsonic Force,
The Modern Lovers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Schoolly D,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun Ra,
Brass Construction,
Jeff Mills,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brothers Johnson,
Stockholm Monsters,
David Bowie,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Livin' Joy,
Mandrill,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Martian,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.