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 Venezuela and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 Crispian St. Peters to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Throbbing Gristle,
Qualms,
Todd Terry,
Index,
Aswad,
Monks,
The Neon Judgement,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Massinfluence,
Mad Mike,
Model 500,
Pagans,
Ronan,
Accadde A,
Soft Cell,
Yellowson,
Half Japanese,
the Germs,
Brick,
DJ Style,
Neu!,
Pantaleimon,
The Pop Group,
the Bar-Kays,
Laurel Aitken,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fugs,
Soft Machine,
Bang On A Can,
KRS-One,
Connie Case,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arcadia,
F. McDonald,
Gastr Del Sol,
This Heat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Reuben Wilson,
Mark Hollis,
Lalann,
Wolf Eyes,
Ponytail,
Infiniti,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sparks,
Camberwell Now,
Black Moon,
Byron Stingily,
Joensuu 1685,
The Smoke,
In Retrospect,
The Blues Magoos,
Pet Shop Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kaleidoscope,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.