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 Gabon and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 synthesizer 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 Avey Tare to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultravox,
Moss Icon,
L. Decosne,
Make Up,
The Leaves,
Tim Buckley,
Lindisfarne,
Crooked Eye,
Don Cherry,
The Invisible,
Moby Grape,
Franke,
Absolute Body Control,
Hashim,
Alton Ellis,
Mr. Review,
Radio Birdman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
F. McDonald,
Wings,
The Move,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dead C,
Frankie Knuckles,
Howard Jones,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultimate Spinach,
New York Dolls,
Duran Duran,
Siglo XX,
Mo-Dettes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Susan Cadogan,
John Foxx,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skriet,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Warsaw,
Cheater Slicks,
Technova,
Animal Collective,
The Fire Engines,
Aloha Tigers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang of Four,
Gang Green,
World's Most,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
ABBA,
Ten City,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ken Boothe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Association,
Moebius,
Robert Hood,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.