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 Lebanon and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 a-ha to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Das Ding,
Ponytail,
The Wake,
The Fortunes,
Essential Logic,
Barrington Levy,
Grauzone,
Kaleidoscope,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Sheep,
Ituana,
Drexciya,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bob Dylan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lower 48,
R.M.O.,
Don Cherry,
Barry Ungar,
Gichy Dan,
Quantec,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Womack,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Buzzcocks,
The Cure,
John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rapeman,
These Immortal Souls,
Susan Cadogan,
Jandek,
Roxy Music,
Cecil Taylor,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yusef Lateef,
Aloha Tigers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Zero Boys,
Japan,
Hashim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pole,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lyres,
Joe Finger,
Soulsonic Force,
This Heat,
Hoover,
Piero Umiliani,
The Flesh Eaters,
Visage,
The Raincoats,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.