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 Algeria and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Todd Rundgren to the dance 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Spandau Ballet,
John Lydon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Raincoats,
Kenny Larkin,
Absolute Body Control,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cowsills,
The Walker Brothers,
Minutemen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fela Kuti,
Leonard Cohen,
U.S. Maple,
Los Fastidios,
Blancmange,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
FM Einheit,
Tears for Fears,
Anthony Braxton,
Fatback Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Sound Behaviour,
Lakeside,
Warsaw,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joyce Sims,
Byron Stingily,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mantronix,
Outsiders,
MC5,
The Sonics,
The Evens,
R.M.O.,
Slave,
The Invisible,
The Birthday Party,
X-102,
the Sonics,
Maleditus Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quantec,
Ken Boothe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alison Limerick,
Black Sheep,
Pagans,
The Doors,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crash Course in Science,
Man Parrish,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sound,
Sällskapet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.