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 Uganda and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 David McCallum to the grime 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Little Man,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flash Fearless,
Deepchord,
Brick,
Wally Richardson,
Das Ding,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lee Hazlewood,
Loose Ends,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barbara Tucker,
Mantronix,
James White and The Blacks,
Chris Corsano,
The Red Krayola,
Ronan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crash Course in Science,
Dawn Penn,
Urselle,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Busters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gong,
Surgeon,
Morten Harket,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Sheep,
The Martian,
Essential Logic,
Easy Going,
The Associates,
Visage,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Man Parrish,
Tears for Fears,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sällskapet,
F. McDonald,
Marmalade,
Trumans Water,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ronnie Foster,
The Music Machine,
Sandy B,
Iggy Pop,
Peter & Gordon,
Theoretical Girls,
Second Layer,
Los Fastidios,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Doors,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jawbox,
Guru Guru,
Marvin Gaye,
Television Personalities,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.