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 South Sudan and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Section 25 to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Tom Boy,
Connie Case,
Essential Logic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joyce Sims,
Anakelly,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lyres,
The Fugs,
Skriet,
The Pop Group,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sight & Sound,
the Association,
The Toasters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed,
Skarface,
Peter & Gordon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Young Rascals,
The Names,
Electric Prunes,
The United States of America,
Don Cherry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crash Course in Science,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hardrive,
Skaos,
Fugazi,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scratch Acid,
Glenn Branca,
Vainqueur,
Robert Wyatt,
Circle Jerks,
Minutemen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
UT,
Fear,
The Moody Blues,
The Motions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gabor Szabo,
Sparks,
The Index,
Lucky Dragons,
Pulsallama,
Wasted Youth,
Cluster,
Nirvana,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soft Cell,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Todd Rundgren,
Royal Trux,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.