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 Niger and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 Trumans Water to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cure,
Matthew Bourne,
Gabor Szabo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dark Day,
Sugar Minott,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Dead C,
Smog,
10cc,
The Electric Prunes,
Prince Buster,
Los Fastidios,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nick Fraelich,
Deadbeat,
The Human League,
Drexciya,
Sound Behaviour,
Inner City,
Amazonics,
E-Dancer,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hot Snakes,
Zero Boys,
Zapp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Franke,
Rapeman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hashim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Normal,
Crooked Eye,
Bob Dylan,
Panda Bear,
Underground Resistance,
Al Stewart,
Surgeon,
Suburban Knight,
The Fall,
Ronnie Foster,
Crash Course in Science,
Faraquet,
Aural Exciters,
Parry Music,
Soft Cell,
Sam Rivers,
The Real Kids,
Yusef Lateef,
Stetsasonic,
The Shadows of Knight,
T. Rex,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fat Boys,
Von Mondo,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ituana,
Brass Construction,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.