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 Guatemala and from Tehran.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 Ituana to the funk 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Swans,
Kenny Larkin,
Donald Byrd,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marmalade,
The Human League,
Sarah Menescal,
World's Most,
Whodini,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minutemen,
Mad Mike,
Marc Almond,
Harmonia,
Hoover,
The Moleskins,
Nik Kershaw,
Deakin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
K-Klass,
Curtis Mayfield,
Clear Light,
Warren Ellis,
Radiohead,
The Velvet Underground,
Ken Boothe,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Walker Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brass Construction,
The Saints,
AZ,
Scion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bauhaus,
Zero Boys,
Sandy B,
ABBA,
The Knickerbockers,
Dawn Penn,
A Certain Ratio,
In Retrospect,
Tim Buckley,
Urselle,
Brick,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dual Sessions,
Eric Copeland,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Glenn Branca,
Sex Pistols,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neu!,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Monks,
Juan Atkins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Adolescents,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.