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 East Timor and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Mad Mike to the rock 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
a-ha,
Sonic Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Slits,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nico,
Roxy Music,
These Immortal Souls,
Rotary Connection,
Chris Corsano,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Görl,
Goldenarms,
Black Sheep,
Idris Muhammad,
The Offenders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Grass Roots,
Steve Hackett,
Los Fastidios,
Absolute Body Control,
Marine Girls,
H. Thieme,
John Lydon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Slave,
Fear,
The Count Five,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cowsills,
the Human League,
The United States of America,
Moss Icon,
Ten City,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
K-Klass,
The Motions,
New Order,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric Copeland,
Echospace,
Sarah Menescal,
Blancmange,
Massinfluence,
Q and Not U,
Wire,
The Victims,
Godley & Creme,
Alice Coltrane,
Stetsasonic,
Anakelly,
Juan Atkins,
The Gun Club,
Crash Course in Science,
Yazoo,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.