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 India and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
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 theremin 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 Deepchord to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Icehouse,
Qualms,
Brick,
The Pop Group,
Cybotron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arthur Verocai,
Barbara Tucker,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Lydon,
Ludus,
Gong,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joensuu 1685,
Gabor Szabo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Wyatt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Electric Prunes,
The Velvet Underground,
Deadbeat,
Aswad,
Altered Images,
Ice-T,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Franke,
Neu!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Metal Thangz,
Laurel Aitken,
Moss Icon,
The Fuzztones,
The Cure,
Piero Umiliani,
D'Angelo,
Zero Boys,
The Residents,
FM Einheit,
World's Most,
John Cale,
Sarah Menescal,
The Move,
David Bowie,
Roxette,
Glambeats Corp.,
Spandau Ballet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Blackbyrds,
David McCallum,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deakin,
Stiv Bators,
LL Cool J,
Mary Jane Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-101,
Index,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hasil Adkins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.