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 Guinea and from Beijing.
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 London and Paris.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fat Boys,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Clear Light,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Archie Shepp,
Shoche,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brothers Johnson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Wyatt,
Ituana,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pagans,
The Smiths,
Swans,
Pole,
Maurizio,
Anakelly,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Warsaw,
The United States of America,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bill Near,
The Evens,
Alison Limerick,
Anthony Braxton,
Cluster,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cecil Taylor,
Lalann,
Tommy Roe,
Ice-T,
Quantec,
Derrick May,
Adolescents,
Radiohead,
John Lydon,
Letta Mbulu,
Crooked Eye,
Flipper,
Erykah Badu,
Sister Nancy,
Model 500,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Birthday Party,
Can,
Stiv Bators,
Sun City Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Sexual Harrassment,
Angry Samoans,
The Smoke,
Ultimate Spinach,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wire,
Panda Bear,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.