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 Malta and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Barbara Tucker to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Skarface,
Terry Callier,
Japan,
Clear Light,
Average White Band,
kango's stein massive,
K-Klass,
Harpers Bizarre,
Unrelated Segments,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fall,
Amazonics,
Ituana,
Blancmange,
Ornette Coleman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
MDC,
Organ,
Alphaville,
Flash Fearless,
Supertramp,
Eurythmics,
Roxy Music,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Barracudas,
U.S. Maple,
The Evens,
ABC,
Jeff Mills,
Lungfish,
The Saints,
The Searchers,
The Count Five,
Robert Görl,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brothers Johnson,
OOIOO,
Tubeway Army,
Schoolly D,
Reuben Wilson,
Brand Nubian,
Sugar Minott,
Cymande,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Porter Ricks,
Kenny Larkin,
The Young Rascals,
Rotary Connection,
The Motions,
Anakelly,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fortunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Knickerbockers,
In Retrospect,
Barrington Levy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skriet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kaleidoscope,
Pierre Henry,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.