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 Zambia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 Slave to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Technova,
The Kinks,
Babytalk,
Average White Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Suicide,
Schoolly D,
The Seeds,
Terry Callier,
cv313,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Zapp,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cal Tjader,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marvin Gaye,
Can,
The Misunderstood,
Adolescents,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Albert Ayler,
Crash Course in Science,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lightning Bolt,
Ituana,
JFA,
Brass Construction,
Moss Icon,
The New Christs,
R.M.O.,
Ken Boothe,
CMW,
The Fortunes,
Y Pants,
Don Cherry,
Harry Pussy,
Lalann,
Tim Buckley,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Davy DMX,
The Grass Roots,
June Days,
The Happenings,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aaron Thompson,
Mr. Review,
Minny Pops,
Metal Thangz,
Organ,
The Doors,
Janne Schatter,
Icehouse,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
H. Thieme,
Isaac Hayes,
Roger Hodgson,
Slave,
Scion,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.