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 Monaco and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kevin Saunderson to the electroclash 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Boz Scaggs,
Guru Guru,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scratch Acid,
Sixth Finger,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
FM Einheit,
The Gun Club,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mark Hollis,
Zapp,
Public Image Ltd.,
Magma,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang of Four,
Q and Not U,
D'Angelo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Supertramp,
The Smiths,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Anakelly,
Faraquet,
X-Ray Spex,
Drexciya,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Bananas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
La Düsseldorf,
The American Breed,
Mary Jane Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Monks,
The Cowsills,
Subhumans,
Lindisfarne,
Flipper,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David Bowie,
The Fugs,
Pagans,
Dennis Brown,
Radio Birdman,
The Fall,
Marvin Gaye,
Jerry's Kids,
Adolescents,
Barbara Tucker,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gong,
The Slits,
June of 44,
H. Thieme,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blake Baxter,
John Lydon,
The Gories,
A Certain Ratio,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.