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 Uganda and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the electroclash 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
The Durutti Column,
Crooked Eye,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barbara Tucker,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Slave,
Stereo Dub,
Mission of Burma,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Niagra,
B.T. Express,
Faust,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Erykah Badu,
Los Fastidios,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Agitation Free,
The Gun Club,
Iggy Pop,
The Fall,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Blackbyrds,
Sister Nancy,
Animal Collective,
Fela Kuti,
Colin Newman,
The Real Kids,
Todd Terry,
Alice Coltrane,
Mark Hollis,
The Velvet Underground,
Metal Thangz,
Ultravox,
Young Marble Giants,
Audionom,
The Fortunes,
Thee Headcoats,
The Moleskins,
Oneida,
Pussy Galore,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Sonics,
Sandy B,
Albert Ayler,
Half Japanese,
The Toasters,
Harmonia,
Eve St. Jones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-Ray Spex,
Sparks,
Au Pairs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marcia Griffiths,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aswad,
FM Einheit,
Subhumans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.