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 Brazil and from Paris.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 The Real Kids to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
The Count Five,
The Smiths,
Goldenarms,
Tres Demented,
ABBA,
Livin' Joy,
Cymande,
The Misunderstood,
Quantec,
Popol Vuh,
Angry Samoans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ohio Players,
Sixth Finger,
Grey Daturas,
Hardrive,
The Gories,
Maurizio,
The Young Rascals,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Easy Going,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Wyatt,
Graham Central Station,
Metal Thangz,
Dark Day,
Chrome,
Camberwell Now,
The Durutti Column,
Half Japanese,
The Red Krayola,
Suburban Knight,
Essential Logic,
Aswad,
Eric Copeland,
Black Pus,
Stiv Bators,
These Immortal Souls,
Unwound,
Letta Mbulu,
The Saints,
Desert Stars,
Television,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Faust,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Boredoms,
Gang of Four,
Animal Collective,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Steve Hackett,
a-ha,
Derrick May,
Grauzone,
Janne Schatter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.