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 Ivory Coast and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Matthew Halsall to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gladiators,
The Index,
Black Moon,
Harmonia,
Albert Ayler,
Fluxion,
Gang of Four,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Negative Approach,
Neil Young,
John Lydon,
The Fall,
DJ Style,
Basic Channel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arthur Verocai,
Letta Mbulu,
Alison Limerick,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare,
The Barracudas,
Minny Pops,
John Foxx,
Minor Threat,
Cluster,
Matthew Bourne,
Schoolly D,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Don Cherry,
Flash Fearless,
Drexciya,
Mo-Dettes,
Los Fastidios,
Newcleus,
Fad Gadget,
Das Ding,
Tubeway Army,
Tim Buckley,
John Holt,
Duran Duran,
Harry Pussy,
Ornette Coleman,
ABC,
Rekid,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cure,
Boz Scaggs,
48th St. Collective,
Flipper,
Terry Callier,
Young Marble Giants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Can,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Associates,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Swell Maps,
Q and Not U,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.