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 Ghana and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 Pantaleimon to the grime 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Fluxion,
Pagans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kaleidoscope,
Altered Images,
Ice-T,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Isaac Hayes,
The Move,
Rosa Yemen,
Sam Rivers,
Nick Fraelich,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Sonics,
CMW,
Max Romeo,
Dennis Brown,
Boredoms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Supertramp,
The Fall,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Anthony Braxton,
The Slits,
Don Cherry,
Tres Demented,
Todd Terry,
Ituana,
Barbara Tucker,
Desert Stars,
Agitation Free,
Crime,
The Five Americans,
Pulsallama,
Matthew Bourne,
Hasil Adkins,
The Searchers,
The Red Krayola,
Glenn Branca,
Sparks,
U.S. Maple,
Tom Boy,
The Motions,
AZ,
Sällskapet,
Slave,
Deakin,
Urselle,
Faust,
Q and Not U,
Albert Ayler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blancmange,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fugs,
Joey Negro,
Judy Mowatt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Franke,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.