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 Finland and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 U.S. Maple to the rap 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Coltrane,
Erykah Badu,
Kurtis Blow,
Das Ding,
Wally Richardson,
Slave,
Sixth Finger,
Tom Boy,
Q65,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Swans,
Dark Day,
Bronski Beat,
Babytalk,
In Retrospect,
Hashim,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed,
Tim Buckley,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dirtbombs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brass Construction,
Henry Cow,
Swans,
Ituana,
The Moody Blues,
Supertramp,
Accadde A,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sällskapet,
Graham Central Station,
Albert Ayler,
Ronnie Foster,
The Smoke,
Inner City,
Rekid,
John Lydon,
Cal Tjader,
Royal Trux,
The Blues Magoos,
Eve St. Jones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fat Boys,
Section 25,
Radiohead,
Wasted Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
Joensuu 1685,
FM Einheit,
Jeff Mills,
Scrapy,
Can,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boredoms,
La Düsseldorf,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.