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 Lesotho and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 Bootsy Collins to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
The Fugs,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Human League,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Green,
Lebanon Hanover,
Whodini,
Matthew Halsall,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Theoretical Girls,
Scrapy,
Joey Negro,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
Simply Red,
John Foxx,
June Days,
The Gun Club,
Grauzone,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Schoolly D,
Black Flag,
Suburban Knight,
Minor Threat,
CMW,
Pantaleimon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aaron Thompson,
Massinfluence,
Hashim,
Circle Jerks,
Joensuu 1685,
Scan 7,
Flipper,
Outsiders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mantronix,
Erasure,
Bluetip,
Sugar Minott,
the Normal,
The Sound,
The Selecter,
Minny Pops,
Hardrive,
Derrick Morgan,
Shoche,
Talk Talk,
The Neon Judgement,
Joe Finger,
Gong,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Wyatt,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Kinks,
Eli Mardock,
The Mummies,
The Smiths,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Womack,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.