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 Antigua and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Alice Coltrane to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Moody Blues,
Wasted Youth,
Mars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Q and Not U,
Das Ding,
the Swans,
The Associates,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sällskapet,
Iggy Pop,
Zapp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flipper,
T. Rex,
Soft Cell,
Lyres,
D'Angelo,
Hardrive,
Jeff Mills,
Archie Shepp,
The Golliwogs,
Don Cherry,
Jandek,
Sarah Menescal,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rakim,
Harry Pussy,
Fela Kuti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ken Boothe,
Absolute Body Control,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grey Daturas,
Soulsonic Force,
Panda Bear,
One Last Wish,
The Seeds,
Ice-T,
Piero Umiliani,
Erykah Badu,
KRS-One,
Basic Channel,
Connie Case,
Radiohead,
The Skatalites,
The Blackbyrds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Circle Jerks,
The Human League,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed,
H. Thieme,
Black Pus,
The Monochrome Set,
The Doors,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.