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 Chad and from London.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bronski Beat to the punk 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Lower 48,
Liliput,
F. McDonald,
Technova,
Charles Mingus,
The Beau Brummels,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minor Threat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joyce Sims,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Soft Cell,
Shoche,
Donald Byrd,
These Immortal Souls,
Skarface,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brick,
Johnny Clarke,
Von Mondo,
Rites of Spring,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marmalade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Maurizio,
Guru Guru,
a-ha,
Mission of Burma,
R.M.O.,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Moody Blues,
The Toasters,
Blancmange,
The Residents,
Isaac Hayes,
Swell Maps,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Standells,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tomorrow,
Anthony Braxton,
Ronan,
the Swans,
The Zeros,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
LL Cool J,
The Searchers,
Andrew Hill,
Marvin Gaye,
Brothers Johnson,
The Raincoats,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wasted Youth,
A Certain Ratio,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.