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 Azerbaijan and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Charles Mingus to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Jandek,
Lindisfarne,
Lakeside,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Niagra,
Lyres,
Sun City Girls,
DJ Style,
Mr. Review,
The New Christs,
Kas Product,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grey Daturas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Los Fastidios,
Peter and Kerry,
Crime,
Eddi Front,
Second Layer,
The Gun Club,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Sherman,
Negative Approach,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Görl,
Bauhaus,
Interpol,
The Modern Lovers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Simply Red,
Joyce Sims,
Franke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Foxx,
The Electric Prunes,
Royal Trux,
Brand Nubian,
Circle Jerks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hoover,
The Raincoats,
Marc Almond,
The Cramps,
The Standells,
Junior Murvin,
The Gories,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cure,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Byron Stingily,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arcadia,
The Techniques,
Scan 7,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joensuu 1685,
Zero Boys,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.