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 Israel and from Salvador.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Flash Fearless to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
The Sonics,
Kayak,
Jawbox,
Visage,
New Age Steppers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Funkadelic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neu!,
Lungfish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sight & Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marmalade,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roger Hodgson,
AZ,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rufus Thomas,
Adolescents,
Section 25,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scrapy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scott Walker,
The Flesh Eaters,
Young Marble Giants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alison Limerick,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bob Dylan,
Harmonia,
Grauzone,
Basic Channel,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Motions,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Sheep,
Echospace,
Archie Shepp,
June Days,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sparks,
Peter & Gordon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hardrive,
Deepchord,
Janne Schatter,
Monolake,
The Misunderstood,
Erykah Badu,
Ken Boothe,
Can,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Black Dice,
John Lydon,
PIL,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.