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 Japan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 rock 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Gang of Four,
Funkadelic,
Avey Tare,
Nirvana,
Isaac Hayes,
Crash Course in Science,
Sarah Menescal,
Simply Red,
Pussy Galore,
The Doors,
Fad Gadget,
Ken Boothe,
Outsiders,
Hoover,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Flag,
The Gories,
The Saints,
The Happenings,
Flash Fearless,
Deakin,
Intrusion,
CMW,
Marine Girls,
L. Decosne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scrapy,
Stiv Bators,
Erasure,
The Count Five,
Can,
The Victims,
Visage,
Scion,
The Slits,
Joyce Sims,
A Certain Ratio,
Scott Walker,
Malaria!,
Marmalade,
T.S.O.L.,
Yellowson,
Judy Mowatt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Parry Music,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Swell Maps,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wally Richardson,
Letta Mbulu,
Average White Band,
Amazonics,
The Durutti Column,
Matthew Bourne,
Ituana,
Easy Going,
Harmonia,
Massinfluence,
Black Bananas,
Maleditus Sound,
Das Ding,
OOIOO,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.