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 Tonga and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Chrome to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Lalann,
Eurythmics,
Black Pus,
L. Decosne,
The Star Department,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Martian,
EPMD,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alton Ellis,
Ludus,
Mandrill,
Bang On A Can,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marmalade,
Agent Orange,
Brick,
Slave,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hoover,
The New Christs,
Aaron Thompson,
Swell Maps,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mary Jane Girls,
Shoche,
Make Up,
Visage,
The Young Rascals,
Marine Girls,
Accadde A,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mars,
Matthew Bourne,
Outsiders,
10cc,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Excepter,
Rufus Thomas,
The Count Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
Desert Stars,
Skriet,
Scrapy,
Fad Gadget,
The Pretty Things,
Junior Murvin,
The Index,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neu!,
Intrusion,
Warsaw,
Ultravox,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Johnny Clarke,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.