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 Turkmenistan and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Brick to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Pantaleimon,
Sister Nancy,
Minny Pops,
Lalo Schifrin,
DJ Sneak,
48th St. Collective,
Hasil Adkins,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gap Band,
Fugazi,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
The Velvet Underground,
The Remains,
The Smiths,
Grey Daturas,
Maleditus Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Kenny Larkin,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Modern Lovers,
Godley & Creme,
The Buckinghams,
Jacob Miller,
Man Parrish,
Index,
Soulsonic Force,
Jesper Dahlback,
Moby Grape,
Procol Harum,
Pole,
The Mighty Diamonds,
B.T. Express,
Wings,
The Dirtbombs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Essential Logic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Trumans Water,
X-102,
OOIOO,
Television Personalities,
Danielle Patucci,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Music Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rekid,
Ronan,
The Divine Comedy,
The Monochrome Set,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Knickerbockers,
Liliput,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Das Ding,
Brass Construction,
Sparks,
Albert Ayler,
Matthew Halsall,
Swans,
Joyce Sims,
Au Pairs,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.