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 Cameroon 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Gastr Del Sol to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear 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?
Shoche,
The Red Krayola,
Nico,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sällskapet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deadbeat,
Animal Collective,
Moebius,
Beasts of Bourbon,
ABBA,
Traffic Nightmare,
FM Einheit,
The Sound,
Pantytec,
Radiohead,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pere Ubu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sonic Youth,
the Soft Cell,
Nils Olav,
Soul II Soul,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sandy B,
Stockholm Monsters,
Arcadia,
E-Dancer,
Don Cherry,
Tres Demented,
X-102,
Rhythm & Sound,
The United States of America,
Quando Quango,
The Birthday Party,
The Young Rascals,
Skarface,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Interpol,
Scan 7,
Matthew Bourne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Shuggie Otis,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Monks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chris & Cosey,
Lightning Bolt,
The Knickerbockers,
Mad Mike,
Derrick May,
Sun Ra,
Skriet,
Lucky Dragons,
Unrelated Segments,
Delta 5,
Tears for Fears,
Organ,
Niagra,
Harry Pussy,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.