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 Gabon and from Manchester.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Stockholm Monsters to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Faust,
Freddie Wadling,
Fugazi,
Pere Ubu,
Mo-Dettes,
The Leaves,
The Kinks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Victims,
Theoretical Girls,
China Crisis,
Eddi Front,
Jandek,
Skriet,
Yusef Lateef,
Lungfish,
Aloha Tigers,
Deadbeat,
The Sound,
MDC,
Jacques Brel,
Barbara Tucker,
CMW,
Technova,
Oneida,
Sexual Harrassment,
Infiniti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Juan Atkins,
Zero Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Derrick May,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mandrill,
Black Pus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Agent Orange,
Sex Pistols,
Lower 48,
Nick Fraelich,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Modern Lovers,
Basic Channel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Warsaw,
Mark Hollis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Motorama,
Boz Scaggs,
Model 500,
Intrusion,
Fatback Band,
Cameo,
E-Dancer,
Panda Bear,
Clear Light,
Scion,
The Remains,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sparks,
Youth Brigade,
Davy DMX,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.