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 Turkey and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Susan Cadogan to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Radio Birdman,
Maurizio,
Dual Sessions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Masters at Work,
Blancmange,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yellowson,
H. Thieme,
Index,
Duran Duran,
Gang Starr,
Crash Course in Science,
Minny Pops,
Matthew Halsall,
Banda Bassotti,
Subhumans,
OOIOO,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Reuben Wilson,
Pierre Henry,
The Cramps,
Cameo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Star Department,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Donny Hathaway,
Tubeway Army,
Dead Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-101,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deadbeat,
Country Teasers,
Au Pairs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aaron Thompson,
the Human League,
Patti Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
Rakim,
Brothers Johnson,
Quando Quango,
Kas Product,
Harry Pussy,
Sister Nancy,
Wire,
The Raincoats,
Q65,
Smog,
The Pretty Things,
Joey Negro,
Harpers Bizarre,
Guru Guru,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Monochrome Set,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fortunes,
Desert Stars,
The Names,
Audionom,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.