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 Macedonia and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Joe Finger to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Leonard Cohen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Delta 5,
Altered Images,
Hashim,
Silicon Teens,
The Dead C,
Symarip,
Graham Central Station,
Erasure,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lightning Bolt,
Max Romeo,
Colin Newman,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Busters,
Moebius,
The Count Five,
Reagan Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
Fat Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Youth Brigade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dark Day,
Suicide,
Gichy Dan,
Barbara Tucker,
Rekid,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Slackers,
Can,
Slave,
Amon Düül II,
Basic Channel,
The Moleskins,
Barrington Levy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeff Mills,
Juan Atkins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Swell Maps,
The Kinks,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joyce Sims,
Stiv Bators,
Thompson Twins,
Scan 7,
Skarface,
The American Breed,
Wings,
Minutemen,
Au Pairs,
Marc Almond,
Monolake,
Toni Rubio,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.