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 Denmark and from Houston.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 Soft Machine to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
The Sonics,
John Lydon,
The Smiths,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hoover,
Nick Fraelich,
Youth Brigade,
Severed Heads,
The Trojans,
Radio Birdman,
The Modern Lovers,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Invisible,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Juan Atkins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Altered Images,
Ronnie Foster,
Massinfluence,
B.T. Express,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Symarip,
KRS-One,
The Fugs,
Oneida,
Alison Limerick,
The Zeros,
U.S. Maple,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Human League,
Mad Mike,
Pylon,
Basic Channel,
Maleditus Sound,
Nirvana,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Slick Rick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stetsasonic,
Arab on Radar,
The Busters,
Make Up,
Organ,
Colin Newman,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Durutti Column,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Blancmange,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
K-Klass,
Wally Richardson,
Heaven 17,
Gong,
Flipper,
Brick,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.