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 Papua New Guinea and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lou Christie to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mr. Review,
The Dead C,
Swans,
Minor Threat,
Hot Snakes,
Hoover,
Ossler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brothers Johnson,
Yaz,
Ultra Naté,
Delta 5,
Sixth Finger,
Jerry's Kids,
Sonic Youth,
Simply Red,
The Neon Judgement,
Glenn Branca,
Agent Orange,
Barry Ungar,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marc Almond,
Fluxion,
Kool Moe Dee,
Accadde A,
The Victims,
Angry Samoans,
Soulsonic Force,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
T.S.O.L.,
Groovy Waters,
Dennis Brown,
Boz Scaggs,
Kaleidoscope,
Scott Walker,
Gong,
Monks,
FM Einheit,
the Normal,
Heaven 17,
June of 44,
Sister Nancy,
Pulsallama,
Pagans,
Lower 48,
Los Fastidios,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rufus Thomas,
Johnny Osbourne,
MC5,
John Lydon,
Sugar Minott,
The Techniques,
The Durutti Column,
Make Up,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.