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 Tonga and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Motorama to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Second Layer,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare,
F. McDonald,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Television,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lower 48,
Idris Muhammad,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
The Misunderstood,
H. Thieme,
Curtis Mayfield,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun City Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Erasure,
Deakin,
Absolute Body Control,
Pylon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Magazine,
Negative Approach,
Motorama,
the Normal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter & Gordon,
Circle Jerks,
the Slits,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pierre Henry,
Lyres,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Red Krayola,
Pussy Galore,
Au Pairs,
Boz Scaggs,
Nirvana,
a-ha,
The Blues Magoos,
Reagan Youth,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Music Machine,
The Stooges,
Warsaw,
Tomorrow,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Blackbyrds,
Quadrant,
Royal Trux,
Funkadelic,
Amazonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dennis Brown,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.