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 Italy and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 The Litter to the grime 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
June of 44,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Tremeloes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultravox,
OOIOO,
Derrick May,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Organ,
Erasure,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flipper,
the Soft Cell,
Dawn Penn,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Depeche Mode,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Happenings,
Alphaville,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Symarip,
The Moleskins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deakin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mummies,
Mad Mike,
Q65,
Lou Christie,
Crash Course in Science,
The Raincoats,
Khruangbin,
Todd Rundgren,
Amazonics,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Associates,
Lou Reed,
Sex Pistols,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Danielle Patucci,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Can,
Glenn Branca,
The Busters,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Human League,
Sister Nancy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Main Source,
Supertramp,
Scott Walker,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Steve Hackett,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.