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 San Marino and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 The Barracudas to the grime 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Angry Samoans,
Fluxion,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bill Near,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Modern Lovers,
Archie Shepp,
Scientists,
Technova,
Agent Orange,
The Doors,
The Music Machine,
John Coltrane,
Japan,
the Normal,
James White and The Blacks,
Prince Buster,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Holt,
Agitation Free,
Television Personalities,
Barrington Levy,
Rapeman,
Ten City,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Hood,
the Germs,
The Beau Brummels,
Newcleus,
Piero Umiliani,
Radio Birdman,
The Misunderstood,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang of Four,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sex Pistols,
Clear Light,
Nik Kershaw,
10cc,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marmalade,
Marvin Gaye,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
E-Dancer,
The Residents,
Panda Bear,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pulsallama,
Hardrive,
Sam Rivers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Last Poets,
Sexual Harrassment,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sällskapet,
cv313,
Toni Rubio,
Sound Behaviour,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.