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 Equatorial Guinea and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Little Man to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Anthony Braxton,
Junior Murvin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Divine Comedy,
Underground Resistance,
Harry Pussy,
The Victims,
Traffic Nightmare,
Anakelly,
Oneida,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Byrd,
Infiniti,
Bauhaus,
Arthur Verocai,
The Electric Prunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roy Ayers,
Reuben Wilson,
Joyce Sims,
Joe Smooth,
Rites of Spring,
Don Cherry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scratch Acid,
The Zeros,
Roxy Music,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Martian,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Absolute Body Control,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
B.T. Express,
Scrapy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Easy Going,
Trumans Water,
Tubeway Army,
The Music Machine,
Stetsasonic,
Minutemen,
the Sonics,
The Dirtbombs,
New Age Steppers,
Can,
Young Marble Giants,
Procol Harum,
The Happenings,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radio Birdman,
Q and Not U,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Danielle Patucci,
Von Mondo,
Audionom,
Eric Copeland,
June Days,
Youth Brigade,
The Busters,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.