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 Norway and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 The Fall to the punk 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Maleditus Sound,
PIL,
The Monochrome Set,
EPMD,
R.M.O.,
Susan Cadogan,
John Cale,
Mad Mike,
Harry Pussy,
Ornette Coleman,
Trumans Water,
Oneida,
The Toasters,
The Gladiators,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crash Course in Science,
Ten City,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stetsasonic,
Henry Cow,
Goldenarms,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Skatalites,
The Wake,
Man Eating Sloth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fluxion,
Todd Rundgren,
Nico,
Bush Tetras,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tomorrow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rufus Thomas,
Pantaleimon,
Wire,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Babytalk,
Kurtis Blow,
KRS-One,
The Litter,
Niagra,
Bob Dylan,
Byron Stingily,
MC5,
X-101,
Lou Christie,
Ohio Players,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gories,
Thee Headcoats,
ABBA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Erasure,
DNA,
The Grass Roots,
Reagan Youth,
Rekid,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Divine Comedy,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.