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 Czech Republic and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Michael McDonald 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 Camouflage to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Stereo Dub,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare,
Heaven 17,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Clear Light,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Detroit Cobras,
These Immortal Souls,
Mantronix,
Angry Samoans,
The Residents,
Duran Duran,
Brand Nubian,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Matthew Halsall,
Dennis Brown,
Goldenarms,
Lindisfarne,
Khruangbin,
Animal Collective,
Accadde A,
Hardrive,
Outsiders,
Big Daddy Kane,
JFA,
FM Einheit,
Sam Rivers,
Marvin Gaye,
Drexciya,
Neil Young,
OOIOO,
Faust,
Colin Newman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skarface,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mojo Men,
Fugazi,
Flipper,
Byron Stingily,
Visage,
Nirvana,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Monochrome Set,
Soft Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aswad,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sound,
Faraquet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Popol Vuh,
The Saints,
Slave,
T. Rex,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.