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 Norway and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 presents Echospace to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Index,
Derrick May,
Amon Düül II,
Heaven 17,
X-101,
The Associates,
Kerri Chandler,
The Buckinghams,
Magma,
These Immortal Souls,
Steve Hackett,
X-Ray Spex,
The Move,
Rotary Connection,
June Days,
Scrapy,
New Order,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Remains,
The Doors,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Siglo XX,
Royal Trux,
The Black Dice,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sonics,
James White and The Blacks,
Man Parrish,
CMW,
Dennis Brown,
Interpol,
Pulsallama,
Dual Sessions,
Arcadia,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fad Gadget,
Bronski Beat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Cale,
Wally Richardson,
John Foxx,
The Moleskins,
Hardrive,
Moby Grape,
Soft Machine,
Wasted Youth,
Nils Olav,
Reuben Wilson,
Rites of Spring,
Wolf Eyes,
Guru Guru,
Robert Hood,
The American Breed,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.