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 Burkina and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 The Busters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Parry Music,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radiohead,
The Five Americans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Shadows of Knight,
Unwound,
Rakim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Easy Going,
Massinfluence,
Mission of Burma,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skriet,
Roxy Music,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alphaville,
Scan 7,
Khruangbin,
Harmonia,
Curtis Mayfield,
Newcleus,
Intrusion,
The Dead C,
Motorama,
The Neon Judgement,
D'Angelo,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cramps,
Mr. Review,
Interpol,
Don Cherry,
Lindisfarne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Junior Murvin,
The Birthday Party,
Mars,
Slick Rick,
Jandek,
Michelle Simonal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Erasure,
Moss Icon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mummies,
Idris Muhammad,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Cale,
Procol Harum,
Black Flag,
Graham Central Station,
Rites of Spring,
Visage,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fad Gadget,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.