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 Costa Rica and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Loose Ends to the rap 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Christie,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Public Enemy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Reagan Youth,
Monks,
H. Thieme,
The Mojo Men,
Quando Quango,
Absolute Body Control,
Barry Ungar,
Terry Callier,
Little Man,
Kas Product,
DJ Style,
The Invisible,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Pretty Things,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tom Boy,
Swans,
Buzzcocks,
Bang On A Can,
Aloha Tigers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter and Kerry,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Visage,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harpers Bizarre,
Intrusion,
the Slits,
Michelle Simonal,
Ituana,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Trojans,
New Order,
The Remains,
The Selecter,
The Monks,
The Slackers,
Pagans,
the Bar-Kays,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gun Club,
The Last Poets,
Arab on Radar,
Black Flag,
Howard Jones,
Arthur Verocai,
U.S. Maple,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Monolake,
Pantaleimon,
The Litter,
Prince Buster,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.