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 Estonia and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet 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 Basic Channel to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
The Count Five,
The Modern Lovers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New York Dolls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roxy Music,
The Offenders,
Ice-T,
Delta 5,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sparks,
T. Rex,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Motions,
Wasted Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Index,
Sandy B,
Eric Copeland,
The Raincoats,
Drexciya,
Gang Starr,
Eurythmics,
The Fugs,
Tom Boy,
Chris & Cosey,
Erasure,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Matthew Halsall,
Piero Umiliani,
10cc,
Avey Tare,
These Immortal Souls,
Alphaville,
Iggy Pop,
Sonic Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
JFA,
Q and Not U,
The Cramps,
Nick Fraelich,
Easy Going,
Yaz,
Model 500,
Jacob Miller,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Connie Case,
FM Einheit,
The Sonics,
Mr. Review,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
L. Decosne,
Wings,
Dead Boys,
Joe Finger,
Liliput,
Banda Bassotti,
Basic Channel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skaos,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.