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 Italy and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Judy Mowatt to the funk 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Newcleus,
The Toasters,
The Five Americans,
Ponytail,
The Monochrome Set,
Little Man,
Skarface,
ABC,
Visage,
Flipper,
Bill Wells,
Audionom,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sound,
Rapeman,
Robert Wyatt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scratch Acid,
the Normal,
Rufus Thomas,
Throbbing Gristle,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Howard Jones,
Heaven 17,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sonic Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
CMW,
Camouflage,
Can,
Joe Finger,
L. Decosne,
Gang Green,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mantronix,
New Order,
Cluster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joy Division,
Wings,
The Offenders,
This Heat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Index,
Mary Jane Girls,
Agent Orange,
Panda Bear,
Roger Hodgson,
The Blues Magoos,
The Saints,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Index,
Grauzone,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sarah Menescal,
Tommy Roe,
Crime,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.