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 Vanuatu and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
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 The Pretty Things to the rock 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Matthew Halsall,
The Last Poets,
Ten City,
Agent Orange,
Hashim,
Ponytail,
Y Pants,
Niagra,
Audionom,
Newcleus,
The Fortunes,
Funkadelic,
June Days,
Marshall Jefferson,
DJ Style,
Country Teasers,
Patti Smith,
Radio Birdman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Anthony Braxton,
Young Marble Giants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
E-Dancer,
The Gap Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kerri Chandler,
Babytalk,
Zapp,
Jandek,
Hardrive,
The Barracudas,
The Cramps,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ken Boothe,
Jeff Mills,
Sällskapet,
Graham Central Station,
the Sonics,
D'Angelo,
Iggy Pop,
Sight & Sound,
Qualms,
Minor Threat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Parry Music,
Wasted Youth,
The Smoke,
Crispian St. Peters,
Monolake,
Derrick Morgan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Public Enemy,
Joey Negro,
The Selecter,
The Count Five,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric Dolphy,
Rosa Yemen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rufus Thomas,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.