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 France and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 This Heat to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
The Smiths,
X-101,
a-ha,
Section 25,
Man Parrish,
T.S.O.L.,
A Certain Ratio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boz Scaggs,
Sarah Menescal,
Quando Quango,
Vainqueur,
Chrome,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter and Kerry,
Ohio Players,
June of 44,
Mars,
Robert Wyatt,
ABBA,
Joyce Sims,
The Sound,
The Remains,
The Mojo Men,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Basic Channel,
The Kinks,
Sandy B,
Blake Baxter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pole,
The Fall,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Angels of Light,
Banda Bassotti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Newcleus,
Model 500,
Johnny Clarke,
Guru Guru,
FM Einheit,
Glenn Branca,
Wire,
Bobbi Humphrey,
New York Dolls,
Popol Vuh,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Moon,
The Durutti Column,
Ultravox,
Swans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Walker Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
Lindisfarne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Searchers,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.