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 Serbia and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Metal Thangz to the electroclash 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
The New Christs,
Maleditus Sound,
The Trojans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lalann,
Arthur Verocai,
Blake Baxter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scientists,
H. Thieme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Massinfluence,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fela Kuti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Matthew Bourne,
David Bowie,
Marvin Gaye,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
kango's stein massive,
Joyce Sims,
Marmalade,
Parry Music,
Lalo Schifrin,
Chris & Cosey,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Moon,
The Beau Brummels,
Ice-T,
Blancmange,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Interpol,
Isaac Hayes,
The Names,
Byron Stingily,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bauhaus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crime,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Smiths,
Thompson Twins,
Malaria!,
Donny Hathaway,
Duran Duran,
the Swans,
Leonard Cohen,
Wolf Eyes,
Sandy B,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fugs,
ABBA,
X-Ray Spex,
Negative Approach,
Boz Scaggs,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.