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 Mexico and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 Alison Limerick to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
The Smiths,
Liliput,
Lakeside,
Massinfluence,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Unwound,
Pantaleimon,
Groovy Waters,
The Cramps,
Derrick May,
AZ,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Soft Cell,
June Days,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Half Japanese,
Graham Central Station,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Walker Brothers,
Nirvana,
Technova,
Surgeon,
Bauhaus,
Ronan,
Ituana,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chris Corsano,
The Slackers,
Darondo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grey Daturas,
The Star Department,
Kerri Chandler,
The Invisible,
Ornette Coleman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blancmange,
Roxette,
The Moody Blues,
One Last Wish,
The Dead C,
The Shadows of Knight,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Amazonics,
The Sonics,
The Litter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Motorama,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Little Man,
Pylon,
Michelle Simonal,
The Misunderstood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deadbeat,
Yazoo,
The Moleskins,
Eddi Front,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.