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 Mali and from Paris.
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 Tokyo and Taipei.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the rap 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neu!,
Niagra,
L. Decosne,
The Residents,
Eli Mardock,
OOIOO,
Circle Jerks,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Tremeloes,
Swell Maps,
Symarip,
X-102,
Mr. Review,
Au Pairs,
Television,
Neil Young,
Scratch Acid,
Freddie Wadling,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Techniques,
AZ,
Pierre Henry,
Theoretical Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Derrick May,
One Last Wish,
This Heat,
The Victims,
Bobbi Humphrey,
UT,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roger Hodgson,
The Busters,
Hardrive,
Fela Kuti,
Slave,
Oblivians,
The Last Poets,
Idris Muhammad,
Fifty Foot Hose,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Accadde A,
Bang On A Can,
Von Mondo,
the Association,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soft Machine,
Interpol,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed,
Archie Shepp,
Grey Daturas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Minutemen,
Crime,
Soulsonic Force,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.