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 Sudan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Easy Going,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quadrant,
Pierre Henry,
The Happenings,
Moebius,
Inner City,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Carl Craig,
Mad Mike,
The Victims,
Rapeman,
Reagan Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
The New Christs,
Thee Headcoats,
Gregory Isaacs,
Max Romeo,
Khruangbin,
Althea and Donna,
Agitation Free,
Minutemen,
Quantec,
The Raincoats,
The Birthday Party,
The J.B.'s,
Amon Düül II,
Underground Resistance,
Silicon Teens,
Marcia Griffiths,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fugazi,
Bad Manners,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Section 25,
Model 500,
Juan Atkins,
Johnny Clarke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cheater Slicks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joyce Sims,
Godley & Creme,
Terry Callier,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kerri Chandler,
E-Dancer,
The Neon Judgement,
The Misunderstood,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Todd Terry,
Marine Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.