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 India and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Searchers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Zapp,
Alphaville,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Can,
The New Christs,
Rosa Yemen,
Nirvana,
Dorothy Ashby,
8 Eyed Spy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Babytalk,
The Buckinghams,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott Heron,
Iggy Pop,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Slits,
Nas,
DJ Sneak,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pharoah Sanders,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mojo Men,
Deepchord,
Agitation Free,
The Slackers,
The Offenders,
The Searchers,
Skarface,
Amazonics,
Colin Newman,
Judy Mowatt,
Adolescents,
Kaleidoscope,
Joy Division,
Angry Samoans,
Warsaw,
Dark Day,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Erasure,
Joey Negro,
Popol Vuh,
The Knickerbockers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Junior Murvin,
MDC,
Jawbox,
Monolake,
Mark Hollis,
Flipper,
China Crisis,
Gang Green,
KRS-One,
Second Layer,
Susan Cadogan,
Oneida,
the Slits,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.