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 Zambia and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Warren Ellis to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Skarface,
the Normal,
The Monochrome Set,
a-ha,
The Electric Prunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lightning Bolt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crooked Eye,
Nik Kershaw,
Matthew Halsall,
Los Fastidios,
Cybotron,
The Moody Blues,
Motorama,
Silicon Teens,
Aloha Tigers,
the Association,
The Techniques,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Smiths,
Accadde A,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Swans,
Peter & Gordon,
Q65,
Faust,
CMW,
Shoche,
Toni Rubio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Graham Central Station,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jawbox,
Trumans Water,
Stiv Bators,
Tubeway Army,
The Grass Roots,
Das Ding,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Bar-Kays,
The Red Krayola,
Scientists,
Jeff Mills,
Pantaleimon,
Joensuu 1685,
Davy DMX,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Underground Resistance,
Camberwell Now,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Severed Heads,
Zapp,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cluster,
The Modern Lovers,
Iggy Pop,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dark Day,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.