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 Equatorial Guinea and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Sonny Sharrock to the funk 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Babytalk,
John Foxx,
Faust,
Blancmange,
The Evens,
The Moleskins,
Inner City,
Nik Kershaw,
The Star Department,
Hashim,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sandy B,
Ludus,
Iggy Pop,
Juan Atkins,
Tim Buckley,
the Germs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moss Icon,
The Monochrome Set,
Groovy Waters,
Oblivians,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Half Japanese,
The Happenings,
Kas Product,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Swans,
A Certain Ratio,
Gong,
Neil Young,
Section 25,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cameo,
Television Personalities,
Minny Pops,
The Divine Comedy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Raincoats,
Ronan,
The Fortunes,
The Neon Judgement,
Ohio Players,
Banda Bassotti,
Roger Hodgson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Albert Ayler,
Supertramp,
Cecil Taylor,
Camberwell Now,
Theoretical Girls,
Animal Collective,
JFA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
FM Einheit,
Franke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.