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 Congo and from Madrid.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 Angry Samoans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
ABC,
Panda Bear,
Kenny Larkin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
In Retrospect,
The Last Poets,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Blues Magoos,
Iggy Pop,
Jacques Brel,
Bang On A Can,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pantaleimon,
Sparks,
June Days,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter & Gordon,
The Angels of Light,
The Associates,
Gong,
Archie Shepp,
Infiniti,
Circle Jerks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grauzone,
Duran Duran,
Absolute Body Control,
Dennis Brown,
Judy Mowatt,
Soft Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Banda Bassotti,
Organ,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neu!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pussy Galore,
Joy Division,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Index,
Quando Quango,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cure,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aural Exciters,
The Sonics,
Eric Copeland,
Blake Baxter,
The Mummies,
Section 25,
Sarah Menescal,
Oneida,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Görl,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.