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 Sri Lanka 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Connie Case to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Victims,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lyres,
Chris & Cosey,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pierre Henry,
EPMD,
Freddie Wadling,
The Toasters,
John Holt,
Eurythmics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Q65,
Subhumans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flipper,
Mr. Review,
Bronski Beat,
Section 25,
Y Pants,
The Buckinghams,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Sheep,
Procol Harum,
Jerry's Kids,
Kurtis Blow,
a-ha,
The Gories,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rotary Connection,
Jacques Brel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cameo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tres Demented,
Sarah Menescal,
Roy Ayers,
The Moody Blues,
Inner City,
The Cure,
ABC,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Duran Duran,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
48th St. Collective,
New York Dolls,
Wolf Eyes,
The Misunderstood,
Mo-Dettes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Flag,
Royal Trux,
Mad Mike,
Maleditus Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.