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 Sweden and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joyce Sims to the grime 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Moody Blues,
Young Marble Giants,
Procol Harum,
The Smoke,
Fatback Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tears for Fears,
The Red Krayola,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Erykah Badu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Television,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The New Christs,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed,
The Litter,
Ornette Coleman,
Tim Buckley,
Quando Quango,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bill Near,
Quadrant,
The Modern Lovers,
Faust,
The Gories,
Don Cherry,
The Divine Comedy,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Lydon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bronski Beat,
The Human League,
Negative Approach,
The Index,
The Walker Brothers,
Fugazi,
a-ha,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Swell Maps,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David McCallum,
Tom Boy,
Amon Düül II,
Man Parrish,
Idris Muhammad,
Blossom Toes,
Soft Machine,
John Coltrane,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Velvet Underground,
Howard Jones,
Scion,
E-Dancer,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cameo,
Faraquet,
Glenn Branca,
The Mummies,
Trumans Water,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.