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 Czech Republic and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the grunge 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Idris Muhammad,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Human League,
Half Japanese,
Jeff Lynne,
Amon Düül,
Scan 7,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
kango's stein massive,
Mark Hollis,
Glenn Branca,
Scratch Acid,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Toasters,
the Association,
The New Christs,
The Index,
KRS-One,
Tomorrow,
John Holt,
Icehouse,
Ronnie Foster,
Magma,
Bluetip,
The Gladiators,
Oneida,
Sam Rivers,
Al Stewart,
Crooked Eye,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tim Buckley,
Negative Approach,
Wire,
Howard Jones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Man Eating Sloth,
A Certain Ratio,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lightning Bolt,
the Slits,
John Cale,
Mission of Burma,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cosmic Jokers,
OOIOO,
Derrick May,
Byron Stingily,
Mr. Review,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minor Threat,
Groovy Waters,
Niagra,
Yellowson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Country Teasers,
U.S. Maple,
Johnny Clarke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.