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 Nicaragua and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ten City to the electroclash 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Das Ding,
Magazine,
Sandy B,
Ralphi Rosario,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ornette Coleman,
U.S. Maple,
Kaleidoscope,
Sparks,
Joensuu 1685,
Loose Ends,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Monolake,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Colin Newman,
The Gap Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Pylon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jimmy McGriff,
Zero Boys,
K-Klass,
Oblivians,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ken Boothe,
The Zeros,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Adolescents,
Roy Ayers,
Au Pairs,
La Düsseldorf,
The Modern Lovers,
Jandek,
The Barracudas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sister Nancy,
Lakeside,
In Retrospect,
Ohio Players,
Gregory Isaacs,
Young Marble Giants,
The Music Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Newcleus,
Accadde A,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Siglo XX,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grey Daturas,
Flash Fearless,
Eddi Front,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scan 7,
Fad Gadget,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Television Personalities,
This Heat,
The Pop Group,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.