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 Turkmenistan 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bronski Beat to the electroclash 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Suicide,
Dave Gahan,
Freddie Wadling,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camouflage,
Symarip,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Move,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed,
Dead Boys,
Oneida,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mo-Dettes,
Bronski Beat,
The Slits,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aural Exciters,
Blake Baxter,
Basic Channel,
Josef K,
Max Romeo,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Association,
Morten Harket,
Rekid,
Q65,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeru the Damaja,
Henry Cow,
Maleditus Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Alphaville,
Tubeway Army,
L. Decosne,
Drexciya,
Blancmange,
Mark Hollis,
DNA,
Ponytail,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Green,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marmalade,
Chris & Cosey,
Rod Modell,
Grandmaster Flash,
In Retrospect,
D'Angelo,
Ultravox,
Camberwell Now,
Sparks,
Youth Brigade,
Kas Product,
Sight & Sound,
Juan Atkins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hot Snakes,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.