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 Algeria and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marshall Jefferson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Trumans Water,
Visage,
Negative Approach,
Fat Boys,
the Human League,
Johnny Clarke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The American Breed,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-101,
The Dirtbombs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Public Enemy,
Half Japanese,
Jawbox,
Lalann,
Soul Sonic Force,
T. Rex,
Rekid,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radio Birdman,
Ken Boothe,
Au Pairs,
Sex Pistols,
Scientists,
DJ Sneak,
Livin' Joy,
New Age Steppers,
The Birthday Party,
Arthur Verocai,
Joensuu 1685,
Bauhaus,
Essential Logic,
Anakelly,
Black Pus,
The Blues Magoos,
Arab on Radar,
The Five Americans,
The Cowsills,
Easy Going,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amazonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Grass Roots,
The Names,
The Count Five,
Don Cherry,
Dead Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
Hoover,
The Fortunes,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Urselle,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wolf Eyes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lungfish,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.