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 Peru and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 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 the Sonics to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Camberwell Now,
Ice-T,
Funky Four + One,
Gabor Szabo,
the Soft Cell,
The Golliwogs,
A Certain Ratio,
Ronan,
The Residents,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Modern Lovers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Wake,
The Zeros,
Joe Smooth,
The Beau Brummels,
Deepchord,
Delon & Dalcan,
Reagan Youth,
The New Christs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kenny Larkin,
H. Thieme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Move,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roy Ayers,
Black Pus,
Flipper,
John Coltrane,
Dave Gahan,
Surgeon,
Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hardrive,
Bobby Byrd,
Pantaleimon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alphaville,
Arthur Verocai,
Rekid,
FM Einheit,
Jeff Lynne,
Absolute Body Control,
Altered Images,
The Raincoats,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thee Headcoats,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Television,
the Slits,
T. Rex,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mad Mike,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Five Americans,
Letta Mbulu,
Supertramp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.