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 France and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Freddie Wadling,
PIL,
Symarip,
Carl Craig,
Subhumans,
Slick Rick,
Chris Corsano,
The Martian,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eddi Front,
Sun Ra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eli Mardock,
Juan Atkins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pantytec,
Harmonia,
Yazoo,
the Slits,
Tom Boy,
The Angels of Light,
DNA,
Ronan,
Deadbeat,
Bush Tetras,
The Cramps,
Icehouse,
the Association,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Remains,
Metal Thangz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rekid,
Basic Channel,
Laurel Aitken,
Radiohead,
Suicide,
Monolake,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Görl,
Iggy Pop,
Susan Cadogan,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Walker Brothers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric Copeland,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scion,
A Certain Ratio,
Sugar Minott,
Max Romeo,
Faraquet,
Spandau Ballet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
R.M.O.,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.