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 Taiwan and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bizarre Inc. to the grunge 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Panda Bear,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
June Days,
Soul II Soul,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Davy DMX,
Heaven 17,
Saccharine Trust,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wasted Youth,
The Saints,
DNA,
Ultravox,
Los Fastidios,
Tres Demented,
Pussy Galore,
One Last Wish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sugar Minott,
Prince Buster,
Easy Going,
Harpers Bizarre,
CMW,
Wings,
Glenn Branca,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Albert Ayler,
The Seeds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-102,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sister Nancy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Wyatt,
Organ,
The Real Kids,
Don Cherry,
Sixth Finger,
Ornette Coleman,
Second Layer,
Rosa Yemen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Clear Light,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Skatalites,
Barry Ungar,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mojo Men,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aswad,
Technova,
Outsiders,
Henry Cow,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gun Club,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.