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 Cyprus and from Johannesburg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 The Red Krayola 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cheater Slicks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Morten Harket,
Rotary Connection,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boz Scaggs,
Suicide,
The Dirtbombs,
The Smiths,
Brand Nubian,
Grey Daturas,
Darondo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Man Parrish,
Royal Trux,
Livin' Joy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Von Mondo,
The Real Kids,
Frankie Knuckles,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pet Shop Boys,
Infiniti,
Parry Music,
The Fortunes,
Boredoms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Banda Bassotti,
Soft Cell,
John Lydon,
The Black Dice,
Reuben Wilson,
Schoolly D,
Ronan,
Grauzone,
Funkadelic,
Depeche Mode,
Josef K,
Aloha Tigers,
48th St. Collective,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The New Christs,
Minor Threat,
Soul II Soul,
Massinfluence,
Aswad,
Wally Richardson,
Icehouse,
Oblivians,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Adolescents,
Lindisfarne,
The Cure,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Symarip,
Funky Four + One,
Lebanon Hanover,
Althea and Donna,
Reagan Youth,
Skarface,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.