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 Monaco and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Electric Prunes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Misunderstood,
Monks,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fall,
Hoover,
Nico,
Fat Boys,
Arcadia,
Public Enemy,
Sällskapet,
Robert Hood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hasil Adkins,
Babytalk,
Yusef Lateef,
The Knickerbockers,
Boredoms,
Toni Rubio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tim Buckley,
Spandau Ballet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Zeros,
KRS-One,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Index,
Yaz,
Bad Manners,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Loose Ends,
Half Japanese,
Derrick Morgan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camouflage,
The Gun Club,
Symarip,
The Wake,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ice-T,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cluster,
Underground Resistance,
Saccharine Trust,
The Buckinghams,
Sun City Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Roy Ayers,
Stiv Bators,
Cybotron,
Echospace,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
La Düsseldorf,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Electric Prunes,
Lucky Dragons,
The Motions,
Minny Pops,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bush Tetras,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.