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 Cuba and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 electroclash 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tres Demented,
Cheater Slicks,
Amon Düül II,
Metal Thangz,
The Move,
Rites of Spring,
AZ,
Althea and Donna,
Aswad,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
the Swans,
Babytalk,
Cecil Taylor,
The Star Department,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed,
Niagra,
F. McDonald,
The Seeds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hoover,
The Black Dice,
Vladislav Delay,
Lucky Dragons,
Deepchord,
Johnny Clarke,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Moon,
Ultra Naté,
Piero Umiliani,
FM Einheit,
Sugar Minott,
The Divine Comedy,
World's Most,
The Fortunes,
Soft Machine,
Moebius,
Scion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bluetip,
Soulsonic Force,
Outsiders,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Pretty Things,
The Mojo Men,
Camberwell Now,
Gang of Four,
The Pop Group,
Moby Grape,
Index,
LL Cool J,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Byron Stingily,
Warren Ellis,
Buzzcocks,
Von Mondo,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.