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 Poland and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 Lou Reed to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Chris & Cosey,
The Angels of Light,
Talk Talk,
The Fugs,
Moby Grape,
The Motions,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cramps,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Divine Comedy,
The Busters,
Q65,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Slits,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mandrill,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flash Fearless,
Scan 7,
Leonard Cohen,
Jandek,
Warsaw,
Buzzcocks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rapeman,
Rakim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joey Negro,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Electric Prunes,
Malaria!,
Kerri Chandler,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grauzone,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
UT,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Bananas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bill Wells,
Morten Harket,
Skriet,
Jawbox,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Stooges,
Johnny Clarke,
Barry Ungar,
The Birthday Party,
Al Stewart,
Roxette,
Albert Ayler,
Junior Murvin,
K-Klass,
Cal Tjader,
Eric Dolphy,
Lucky Dragons,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.