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 Cambodia and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 Gories to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Pole,
Livin' Joy,
Faraquet,
Warren Ellis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vainqueur,
Yusef Lateef,
Bluetip,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Blues Magoos,
Drexciya,
Johnny Clarke,
Erykah Badu,
Anthony Braxton,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Man Parrish,
The Knickerbockers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New Order,
The New Christs,
Bauhaus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
Deakin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Toasters,
Maleditus Sound,
Amon Düül,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Panda Bear,
Mantronix,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Glenn Branca,
Japan,
Country Teasers,
Porter Ricks,
Piero Umiliani,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Colin Newman,
Lungfish,
Dual Sessions,
Goldenarms,
Jacob Miller,
Wally Richardson,
Surgeon,
Terrestrial Tones,
DJ Style,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brick,
Inner City,
Flash Fearless,
Sun City Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric B and Rakim,
Trumans Water,
Talk Talk,
Fatback Band,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.