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 South Africa and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The United States of America to the electroclash 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Nils Olav,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Green,
B.T. Express,
Kaleidoscope,
Leonard Cohen,
June Days,
Davy DMX,
Judy Mowatt,
Derrick May,
Ultra Naté,
Quadrant,
Ralphi Rosario,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Starr,
Wasted Youth,
The Red Krayola,
Rapeman,
Rod Modell,
The Wake,
Joyce Sims,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Inner City,
E-Dancer,
Brass Construction,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fluxion,
Crash Course in Science,
The Pretty Things,
Aswad,
Deepchord,
Lungfish,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Divine Comedy,
Trumans Water,
Youth Brigade,
James White and The Blacks,
Tommy Roe,
Eli Mardock,
Scrapy,
Quantec,
Robert Hood,
The Five Americans,
Joensuu 1685,
The Last Poets,
Black Pus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Organ,
Scion,
Country Teasers,
Chrome,
Jerry's Kids,
Mr. Review,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cramps,
Japan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental 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.