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 Romania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 the Swans to the electroclash 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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cymande,
Carl Craig,
Aswad,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Symarip,
MDC,
Gang Green,
Kas Product,
Patti Smith,
The Golliwogs,
H. Thieme,
Pantytec,
Ronan,
Tubeway Army,
Stereo Dub,
The Smiths,
kango's stein massive,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare,
The Last Poets,
Don Cherry,
Suburban Knight,
Niagra,
Lungfish,
Blake Baxter,
Shoche,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crime,
Reagan Youth,
The Real Kids,
Spandau Ballet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hot Snakes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Cal Tjader,
Amazonics,
Mr. Review,
Gang Starr,
Kool Moe Dee,
Khruangbin,
Lou Christie,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Newcleus,
Judy Mowatt,
Motorama,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Motions,
Icehouse,
The Techniques,
The Mojo Men,
Sun City Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Cybotron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Little Man,
Roy Ayers,
Mission of Burma,
Country Teasers,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.