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 Montenegro and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes 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 Ponytail to the punk 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Young Rascals,
Thompson Twins,
Oneida,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ponytail,
Joe Finger,
Mission of Burma,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grey Daturas,
Lightning Bolt,
Pet Shop Boys,
R.M.O.,
Metal Thangz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
AZ,
The Birthday Party,
Cecil Taylor,
The J.B.'s,
L. Decosne,
Jerry's Kids,
Pussy Galore,
Kevin Saunderson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kaleidoscope,
Flipper,
Severed Heads,
Terry Callier,
Delta 5,
Index,
Ronan,
Rapeman,
Johnny Clarke,
Susan Cadogan,
Theoretical Girls,
Ken Boothe,
The Victims,
Dual Sessions,
The Gap Band,
Lyres,
The Sound,
The Wake,
Smog,
The Fuzztones,
Laurel Aitken,
Sparks,
Peter & Gordon,
the Association,
Reuben Wilson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bill Near,
Niagra,
the Human League,
Excepter,
John Holt,
Dark Day,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crash Course in Science,
Joy Division,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.