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 Vanuatu and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Nation of Ulysses to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sparks,
Easy Going,
Pussy Galore,
U.S. Maple,
Bluetip,
cv313,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wolf Eyes,
Henry Cow,
Minutemen,
The United States of America,
The Human League,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pagans,
Animal Collective,
Sound Behaviour,
Guru Guru,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
World's Most,
The Remains,
Cymande,
Drexciya,
Oneida,
June Days,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Misunderstood,
Funky Four + One,
Tomorrow,
X-101,
Roy Ayers,
Shoche,
Eric Dolphy,
Bob Dylan,
Ornette Coleman,
Scan 7,
Gastr Del Sol,
Archie Shepp,
Thompson Twins,
The Young Rascals,
The Flesh Eaters,
DJ Sneak,
Marc Almond,
Soft Cell,
Bill Wells,
The Fugs,
Livin' Joy,
Eric Copeland,
Derrick May,
The Neon Judgement,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Visage,
Black Pus,
The Pop Group,
Siglo XX,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deepchord,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.