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 Paraguay and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 Cheater Slicks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
The Divine Comedy,
Kaleidoscope,
Mr. Review,
cv313,
Ossler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Standells,
Monks,
Bobby Womack,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Sheep,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Index,
the Swans,
Magma,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Supertramp,
Sparks,
The Moody Blues,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oneida,
KRS-One,
Ponytail,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New York Dolls,
Absolute Body Control,
Excepter,
Audionom,
The Sonics,
Organ,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Raincoats,
the Bar-Kays,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Electric Prunes,
Harmonia,
Pierre Henry,
Eurythmics,
The Gories,
The American Breed,
Theoretical Girls,
John Cale,
Circle Jerks,
The Grass Roots,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dirtbombs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jawbox,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cecil Taylor,
Bootsy Collins,
Yellowson,
Lucky Dragons,
Fad Gadget,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David Bowie,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.