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 Burkina and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Skaos to the grunge 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Ponytail,
Stockholm Monsters,
Girls At Our Best!,
L. Decosne,
June Days,
Bizarre Inc.,
DNA,
Peter and Kerry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Angry Samoans,
Ten City,
Newcleus,
Rosa Yemen,
Severed Heads,
the Association,
The Kinks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gong,
Moss Icon,
Pantytec,
Brass Construction,
Johnny Osbourne,
The J.B.'s,
Jandek,
Ornette Coleman,
Bob Dylan,
The Fall,
Silicon Teens,
Y Pants,
Scan 7,
Henry Cow,
The Buckinghams,
The Birthday Party,
Josef K,
The Monks,
Reuben Wilson,
Sugar Minott,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scott Walker,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wasted Youth,
Harmonia,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Fela Kuti,
The Blackbyrds,
Mad Mike,
Ituana,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
MDC,
Gang Green,
Skaos,
Pantaleimon,
Country Teasers,
Flamin' Groovies,
One Last Wish,
Parry Music,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.