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 Haiti and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Sonics to the crunk 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Arcadia,
Deadbeat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rotary Connection,
Camberwell Now,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Angels of Light,
The Sonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Steve Hackett,
Cluster,
Eric Copeland,
E-Dancer,
James White and The Blacks,
Whodini,
Pussy Galore,
Agitation Free,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Maleditus Sound,
Connie Case,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amon Düül,
Gang Starr,
KRS-One,
Mad Mike,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fall,
Minor Threat,
Easy Going,
Anakelly,
Banda Bassotti,
Barry Ungar,
Wire,
Iggy Pop,
Gabor Szabo,
Hoover,
Pere Ubu,
AZ,
David Bowie,
The Mummies,
Amazonics,
Unrelated Segments,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Leonard Cohen,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Flag,
Lungfish,
Scratch Acid,
The Electric Prunes,
Colin Newman,
The Toasters,
D'Angelo,
Agent Orange,
Loose Ends,
Hot Snakes,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.