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 Eritrea and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet 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 Dorothy Ashby to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Stiv Bators,
The Kinks,
Crime,
The Beau Brummels,
Anthony Braxton,
Pylon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Y Pants,
Con Funk Shun,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vainqueur,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oneida,
Motorama,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grey Daturas,
Blake Baxter,
Susan Cadogan,
Neu!,
These Immortal Souls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
L. Decosne,
Pere Ubu,
Dead Boys,
Ultra Naté,
The Sonics,
Minor Threat,
The Fortunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Angels of Light,
Underground Resistance,
The Birthday Party,
Spoonie Gee,
The Move,
Soulsonic Force,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quando Quango,
OOIOO,
Yellowson,
Black Sheep,
Unwound,
Rekid,
Minutemen,
Amon Düül II,
The Cramps,
Black Pus,
Man Parrish,
Deadbeat,
Suburban Knight,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
H. Thieme,
Slick Rick,
Bad Manners,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Average White Band,
Robert Hood,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.