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 Taiwan and from Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Magma to the disco 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wally Richardson,
Mars,
Eric Copeland,
Soulsonic Force,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Underground Resistance,
Severed Heads,
AZ,
Country Teasers,
John Cale,
Animal Collective,
Accadde A,
Chris Corsano,
Niagra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Section 25,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-Ray Spex,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Christie,
The Buckinghams,
Amon Düül II,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radiohead,
Leonard Cohen,
Anthony Braxton,
the Sonics,
Funky Four + One,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nik Kershaw,
Dave Gahan,
Ultra Naté,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tomorrow,
Spoonie Gee,
Whodini,
Buzzcocks,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bronski Beat,
Saccharine Trust,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rotary Connection,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tubeway Army,
The Five Americans,
Slave,
Black Sheep,
Juan Atkins,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Smoke,
Judy Mowatt,
Eden Ahbez,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.