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 Congo and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Alton Ellis to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scientists,
PIL,
Rites of Spring,
Toni Rubio,
X-Ray Spex,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Whodini,
UT,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
June of 44,
Howard Jones,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thee Headcoats,
The Durutti Column,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
kango's stein massive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rapeman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Smoke,
Silicon Teens,
Scratch Acid,
Sex Pistols,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Freddie Wadling,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flipper,
Todd Terry,
Warren Ellis,
Glenn Branca,
Byron Stingily,
Eurythmics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Adolescents,
Eve St. Jones,
Barbara Tucker,
Brothers Johnson,
Theoretical Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yaz,
Henry Cow,
Deepchord,
Josef K,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tubeway Army,
Bad Manners,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sugar Minott,
Marmalade,
Gil Scott Heron,
Circle Jerks,
Sound Behaviour,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.