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 Tuvalu and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Q and Not U to the rap 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-102,
ABBA,
The Slits,
K-Klass,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tubeway Army,
U.S. Maple,
Gong,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Selecter,
Kerri Chandler,
UT,
The Saints,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Cale,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Y Pants,
The Fall,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-101,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Basic Channel,
Wings,
Soul II Soul,
Lakeside,
Kaleidoscope,
Jawbox,
Malaria!,
Harpers Bizarre,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scan 7,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare,
June Days,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
New Order,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Human League,
kango's stein massive,
Slave,
KRS-One,
Zero Boys,
Minor Threat,
The Litter,
Funkadelic,
Gang Starr,
The J.B.'s,
Arab on Radar,
Blancmange,
Pantaleimon,
Procol Harum,
Spoonie Gee,
Anthony Braxton,
Ronnie Foster,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dual Sessions,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.