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 Jamaica 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Faust to the electroclash 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tubeway Army,
Nico,
Dave Gahan,
Japan,
The Toasters,
The Martian,
Byron Stingily,
Panda Bear,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Moleskins,
Michelle Simonal,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Smoke,
Kurtis Blow,
June Days,
FM Einheit,
Little Man,
Accadde A,
Von Mondo,
Fad Gadget,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Basic Channel,
The Vogues,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yusef Lateef,
The Invisible,
Warsaw,
The United States of America,
Gang Green,
Royal Trux,
Darondo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Wyatt,
Massinfluence,
X-102,
Maurizio,
Roy Ayers,
The Names,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moebius,
The Wake,
Whodini,
Pere Ubu,
Infiniti,
The Velvet Underground,
Brass Construction,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
CMW,
Joey Negro,
Warren Ellis,
Icehouse,
Mo-Dettes,
Donald Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skarface,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.