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 Turkey and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scratch Acid to the grunge 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Sixth Finger,
Thee Headcoats,
Pet Shop Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Schoolly D,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kas Product,
Newcleus,
The Stooges,
L. Decosne,
Yaz,
Liliput,
Alton Ellis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Colin Newman,
Rakim,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultra Naté,
Jawbox,
Marmalade,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vainqueur,
The Fugs,
Avey Tare,
Magma,
Funky Four + One,
Quadrant,
E-Dancer,
Circle Jerks,
Michelle Simonal,
Sound Behaviour,
Subhumans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Buzzcocks,
Harmonia,
Sonny Sharrock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bill Near,
Minor Threat,
Mantronix,
Hoover,
Interpol,
The Standells,
Delta 5,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Index,
Terrestrial Tones,
Janne Schatter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cheater Slicks,
the Swans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Motorama,
Negative Approach,
The Busters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Neon Judgement,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.