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 Belarus and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Half Japanese to the grime 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Jawbox,
Tom Boy,
Chris Corsano,
The Gories,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash,
Warren Ellis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deakin,
The Seeds,
Icehouse,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fatback Band,
The Dead C,
Barbara Tucker,
Kerri Chandler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Section 25,
Quantec,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Motions,
Rufus Thomas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bootsy Collins,
Ossler,
Scan 7,
Althea and Donna,
The Raincoats,
The Zeros,
Siglo XX,
The Last Poets,
Gong,
Black Bananas,
Cybotron,
Ken Boothe,
Monks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rapeman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Shoche,
The American Breed,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ituana,
Negative Approach,
Aswad,
The Buckinghams,
Mark Hollis,
Yaz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter and Kerry,
Marc Almond,
Lightning Bolt,
Newcleus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wings,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lakeside,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alphaville,
Flash Fearless,
Marine Girls,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.