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 Romania and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Black Pus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
R.M.O.,
Niagra,
Popol Vuh,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wasted Youth,
Ronan,
David Axelrod,
AZ,
Lalann,
Bizarre Inc.,
Johnny Clarke,
The Martian,
the Slits,
Colin Newman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gil Scott Heron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Loose Ends,
Soft Machine,
Essential Logic,
The Red Krayola,
kango's stein massive,
Marc Almond,
John Lydon,
Jandek,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hardrive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skriet,
KRS-One,
Mandrill,
Eli Mardock,
Stereo Dub,
Joy Division,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Duran Duran,
The Searchers,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare,
Juan Atkins,
Aloha Tigers,
The Misunderstood,
The Doors,
Sam Rivers,
Clear Light,
This Heat,
Surgeon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Saints,
Joensuu 1685,
Radiopuhelimet,
Negative Approach,
The Grass Roots,
Bill Wells,
Alice Coltrane,
Masters at Work,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.