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 Spokane.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Mummies to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Eve St. Jones,
X-Ray Spex,
Graham Central Station,
The Electric Prunes,
The Red Krayola,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eli Mardock,
Echospace,
Faraquet,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sound,
June Days,
Tim Buckley,
Gichy Dan,
Silicon Teens,
The Angels of Light,
the Human League,
Michelle Simonal,
Byron Stingily,
Rekid,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Connie Case,
Dave Gahan,
Second Layer,
Parry Music,
CMW,
The Star Department,
Kayak,
The Toasters,
The Neon Judgement,
The Happenings,
Brass Construction,
Man Parrish,
Jacques Brel,
Bill Wells,
Skriet,
Nico,
Subhumans,
World's Most,
Vainqueur,
Slave,
Newcleus,
Marmalade,
Hot Snakes,
Malaria!,
Skaos,
Ronnie Foster,
Main Source,
Josef K,
Bad Manners,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Livin' Joy,
Amon Düül,
Urselle,
10cc,
Q65,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.