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 Paraguay 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Johnny Clarke to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Freddie Wadling,
The Count Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sam Rivers,
The Index,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Slits,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hashim,
Symarip,
Vainqueur,
Delta 5,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tomorrow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Visage,
Bauhaus,
Pierre Henry,
Nas,
Sarah Menescal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
PIL,
Faust,
the Swans,
New Age Steppers,
Joe Smooth,
Joy Division,
The Fall,
The Doors,
Chris & Cosey,
Schoolly D,
Nils Olav,
Can,
FM Einheit,
Y Pants,
Vladislav Delay,
Accadde A,
Dave Gahan,
Moby Grape,
Rakim,
Deakin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neu!,
Nick Fraelich,
the Normal,
Dead Boys,
Black Sheep,
Oblivians,
Eden Ahbez,
Kaleidoscope,
Das Ding,
John Foxx,
Deadbeat,
R.M.O.,
Magazine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Pus,
Guru Guru,
Yusef Lateef,
Don Cherry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.