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 Lithuania and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Smog,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DNA,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Smiths,
Au Pairs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Piero Umiliani,
Faraquet,
Nirvana,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Slits,
Procol Harum,
Swans,
Half Japanese,
Negative Approach,
Gang Gang Dance,
Make Up,
Ludus,
Audionom,
The Move,
The Golliwogs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tubeway Army,
Newcleus,
Alison Limerick,
Thee Headcoats,
Severed Heads,
Rod Modell,
Mark Hollis,
The Modern Lovers,
Technova,
Bobby Sherman,
Metal Thangz,
Vladislav Delay,
Don Cherry,
Scion,
Henry Cow,
In Retrospect,
The Five Americans,
Parry Music,
Tim Buckley,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moby Grape,
Quantec,
Eli Mardock,
T. Rex,
Kas Product,
James White and The Blacks,
Sister Nancy,
Funkadelic,
Q and Not U,
The Velvet Underground,
The Music Machine,
Electric Prunes,
Iggy Pop,
Alton Ellis,
The Last Poets,
Magma,
Spandau Ballet,
Fat Boys,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.