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 Lebanon and from Paris.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Ituana to the jazz 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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
The Invisible,
Ten City,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Trumans Water,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arcadia,
Todd Rundgren,
Kool Moe Dee,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neu!,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Womack,
Gong,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joey Negro,
The Smiths,
Basic Channel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David Bowie,
Con Funk Shun,
Peter and Kerry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Skatalites,
Blake Baxter,
Circle Jerks,
The Modern Lovers,
Harry Pussy,
UT,
Essential Logic,
Popol Vuh,
The New Christs,
Gang of Four,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minny Pops,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wolf Eyes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kas Product,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Sherman,
X-102,
Skarface,
Pierre Henry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New Order,
Zero Boys,
cv313,
Godley & Creme,
Eden Ahbez,
June of 44,
Negative Approach,
The Monochrome Set,
Tommy Roe,
The Music Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
CMW,
Boredoms,
Talk Talk,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.