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 Latvia and from Lille.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gang Green to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Banda Bassotti,
L. Decosne,
A Certain Ratio,
The Leaves,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hoover,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ohio Players,
The Slits,
Scientists,
Donny Hathaway,
Moby Grape,
Yellowson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Derrick May,
Kayak,
Lungfish,
K-Klass,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thee Headcoats,
Mission of Burma,
The Remains,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kenny Larkin,
Dawn Penn,
Suburban Knight,
Excepter,
Sparks,
Harry Pussy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultra Naté,
The Dead C,
The Raincoats,
OOIOO,
Deepchord,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blake Baxter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Faust,
Bill Near,
Unrelated Segments,
The Young Rascals,
Monks,
Qualms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Audionom,
Quadrant,
Jandek,
Urselle,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barry Ungar,
Procol Harum,
The Skatalites,
Zapp,
Goldenarms,
Terrestrial Tones,
Parry Music,
Can,
The Index,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.