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 Kenya and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Graham Central Station to the dance 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Sun City Girls,
Au Pairs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Josef K,
Al Stewart,
Minny Pops,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Busters,
The Buckinghams,
The Moody Blues,
Aaron Thompson,
Siglo XX,
Mad Mike,
Khruangbin,
The Trojans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Guru Guru,
The Standells,
Deadbeat,
Lower 48,
The Happenings,
Delta 5,
Davy DMX,
The Fortunes,
T.S.O.L.,
Oneida,
X-102,
DNA,
Eddi Front,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pere Ubu,
CMW,
the Sonics,
Alphaville,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric Copeland,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rhythm & Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sam Rivers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hoover,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Smoke,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pylon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tropical Tobacco,
Agitation Free,
The Barracudas,
New Order,
The Grass Roots,
The Blues Magoos,
Stiv Bators,
Marmalade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
June Days,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.