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 Palau and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Glambeats Corp. to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Minor Threat,
Sällskapet,
Amon Düül,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Section 25,
Deakin,
Althea and Donna,
Spoonie Gee,
Smog,
Albert Ayler,
Scan 7,
Average White Band,
Magma,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Buzzcocks,
Pussy Galore,
Motorama,
Harmonia,
Blake Baxter,
CMW,
Josef K,
Derrick May,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bizarre Inc.,
This Heat,
Minny Pops,
Gang Starr,
Tommy Roe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bootsy Collins,
the Slits,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roger Hodgson,
E-Dancer,
Lower 48,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Loose Ends,
cv313,
Half Japanese,
Cluster,
The Moleskins,
Altered Images,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Anakelly,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Five Americans,
The Blackbyrds,
ABC,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ice-T,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Golliwogs,
Scott Walker,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nick Fraelich,
Byron Stingily,
Popol Vuh,
Procol Harum,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.