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 the UAE and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Swans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
MDC,
David Bowie,
Stockholm Monsters,
Basic Channel,
Arcadia,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Walker Brothers,
Erasure,
Kayak,
Essential Logic,
Swell Maps,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Pop Group,
Anthony Braxton,
Crime,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fugs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Albert Ayler,
Silicon Teens,
Barry Ungar,
Adolescents,
Country Teasers,
The Smiths,
Donny Hathaway,
The New Christs,
the Human League,
The Martian,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Shoche,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Public Enemy,
kango's stein massive,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nico,
Minor Threat,
Can,
Skriet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tres Demented,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jerry Gold Smith,
EPMD,
The Birthday Party,
Theoretical Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Sister Nancy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camouflage,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric Copeland,
Minnie Riperton,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jacques Brel,
Kas Product,
The Barracudas,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.