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 Austria and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the techno 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stiv Bators,
The Divine Comedy,
Adolescents,
Donny Hathaway,
Spoonie Gee,
The Golliwogs,
Tres Demented,
Rufus Thomas,
Chrome,
Arcadia,
Kevin Saunderson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cure,
The Fortunes,
L. Decosne,
X-101,
Jawbox,
The Monochrome Set,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Pretty Things,
Eve St. Jones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hoover,
The Monks,
Sparks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
This Heat,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Symarip,
Jandek,
Arthur Verocai,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Human League,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sister Nancy,
Black Bananas,
The Cowsills,
Flash Fearless,
Quantec,
Khruangbin,
Sixth Finger,
Harry Pussy,
Basic Channel,
K-Klass,
Aural Exciters,
Ultra Naté,
the Soft Cell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moebius,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sonics,
Yusef Lateef,
Liliput,
Simply Red,
Henry Cow,
the Slits,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.