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 Turkmenistan and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Blues Magoos to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
X-Ray Spex,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scientists,
Au Pairs,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Little Man,
Gastr Del Sol,
K-Klass,
Visage,
the Association,
Sexual Harrassment,
E-Dancer,
The Fugs,
Pantytec,
Minor Threat,
The Victims,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Moon,
Oneida,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Half Japanese,
Pussy Galore,
Masters at Work,
Dennis Brown,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Echospace,
Procol Harum,
New York Dolls,
Khruangbin,
The Divine Comedy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hashim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Maurizio,
The Gladiators,
Youth Brigade,
Camberwell Now,
The Residents,
Mission of Burma,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Traffic Nightmare,
Magma,
Mad Mike,
Easy Going,
Moss Icon,
Sound Behaviour,
Pole,
Amazonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dark Day,
Sällskapet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hardrive,
Angry Samoans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Evens,
Grey Daturas,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.