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 Mongolia and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 Glambeats Corp. to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
The Pretty Things,
Monolake,
Goldenarms,
Vainqueur,
Alton Ellis,
The Smoke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pylon,
Arthur Verocai,
The Names,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Erasure,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Searchers,
Wally Richardson,
James White and The Blacks,
Hashim,
Isaac Hayes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sixth Finger,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Association,
the Swans,
Moby Grape,
Half Japanese,
The Associates,
Graham Central Station,
Fear,
Interpol,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultra Naté,
Scott Walker,
Can,
F. McDonald,
The Knickerbockers,
Underground Resistance,
Pere Ubu,
Main Source,
World's Most,
Curtis Mayfield,
Siglo XX,
Bluetip,
10cc,
Lightning Bolt,
Todd Rundgren,
Soft Cell,
The Gap Band,
Arab on Radar,
China Crisis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Q65,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harmonia,
Icehouse,
Drexciya,
Tomorrow,
Cheater Slicks,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.