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 Congo and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Holger Czukay 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 Davy DMX to the punk 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Barry Ungar,
the Association,
Rites of Spring,
Con Funk Shun,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Five Americans,
Unrelated Segments,
Warsaw,
The Cramps,
Flipper,
Radiohead,
Ken Boothe,
Deakin,
Peter and Kerry,
Los Fastidios,
Hashim,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Golliwogs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The American Breed,
David Axelrod,
Tres Demented,
The Martian,
The Techniques,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Funkadelic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Swans,
Isaac Hayes,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gories,
John Holt,
Guru Guru,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tomorrow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
L. Decosne,
Masters at Work,
Bad Manners,
The Mojo Men,
Archie Shepp,
Tom Boy,
Sugar Minott,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lightning Bolt,
Cluster,
Kurtis Blow,
Chrome,
Maleditus Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Leaves,
Barbara Tucker,
Man Parrish,
Simply Red,
The Alarm Clocks,
Liliput,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.