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 Denmark and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Bill Near to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
June of 44,
Fela Kuti,
The Raincoats,
Derrick May,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Star Department,
Television Personalities,
Tubeway Army,
Eurythmics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Normal,
Joey Negro,
Sandy B,
Lyres,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skarface,
Connie Case,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lucky Dragons,
The Remains,
Morten Harket,
Moss Icon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Severed Heads,
Man Parrish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Foxx,
The Seeds,
The Happenings,
Ten City,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soulsonic Force,
Erasure,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Walker Brothers,
Crime,
Eric Copeland,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare,
Fat Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Glenn Branca,
Chrome,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Anthony Braxton,
Cal Tjader,
Wire,
Lindisfarne,
B.T. Express,
Banda Bassotti,
Whodini,
Zero Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Leaves,
Faraquet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.