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 Syria and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Bauhaus to the rock 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Amon Düül II,
Sam Rivers,
Joe Smooth,
Can,
Animal Collective,
The Knickerbockers,
Skriet,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Womack,
The Modern Lovers,
Y Pants,
Barrington Levy,
John Holt,
Minny Pops,
Quando Quango,
Wolf Eyes,
Banda Bassotti,
Camouflage,
Cheater Slicks,
Guru Guru,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camberwell Now,
Heaven 17,
Johnny Clarke,
Fear,
Ponytail,
Kayak,
Jeff Mills,
Quantec,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
Chris Corsano,
Andrew Hill,
Funky Four + One,
Steve Hackett,
Pantytec,
Dark Day,
Underground Resistance,
The Durutti Column,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David Axelrod,
The Litter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alice Coltrane,
T.S.O.L.,
The Standells,
The Fugs,
Fugazi,
Peter and Kerry,
The Seeds,
cv313,
Henry Cow,
Agitation Free,
the Sonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Section 25,
June Days,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.