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 Suriname 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 Grauzone to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Scion,
UT,
Crash Course in Science,
Mission of Burma,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crispian St. Peters,
Saccharine Trust,
Intrusion,
Porter Ricks,
The Buckinghams,
Suicide,
The Slits,
Agent Orange,
The Busters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lee Hazlewood,
Faust,
The Blues Magoos,
Juan Atkins,
Pantytec,
Ornette Coleman,
This Heat,
Ponytail,
Surgeon,
Angry Samoans,
Toni Rubio,
Faraquet,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Wyatt,
Minnie Riperton,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Essential Logic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dark Day,
Arcadia,
Jeff Mills,
Sun City Girls,
Urselle,
These Immortal Souls,
Skarface,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Reuben Wilson,
Ituana,
Smog,
Harry Pussy,
Loose Ends,
It's A Beautiful Day,
David Bowie,
Hardrive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sam Rivers,
Eli Mardock,
Jeff Lynne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Second Layer,
Yusef Lateef,
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.