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 Chile and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Slits to the grunge 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Technova,
Ronnie Foster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dirtbombs,
The Victims,
Dawn Penn,
Byron Stingily,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nirvana,
The Raincoats,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Excepter,
New Order,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fall,
Brick,
Stereo Dub,
Ohio Players,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yellowson,
Shuggie Otis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moss Icon,
The Martian,
Khruangbin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sarah Menescal,
PIL,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ituana,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roxette,
La Düsseldorf,
Jawbox,
Howard Jones,
Joey Negro,
Henry Cow,
Wasted Youth,
LL Cool J,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bluetip,
Charles Mingus,
Soft Cell,
Liliput,
Tres Demented,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David Bowie,
Black Sheep,
Marvin Gaye,
Nik Kershaw,
In Retrospect,
Sonny Sharrock,
Donny Hathaway,
The Stooges,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.