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 Iceland and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Associates to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
48th St. Collective,
Fad Gadget,
Marc Almond,
The Music Machine,
The Moleskins,
Echospace,
Arthur Verocai,
Dual Sessions,
KRS-One,
Aaron Thompson,
Skarface,
Unwound,
Minor Threat,
Hashim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fuzztones,
Babytalk,
Deepchord,
Urselle,
The Smiths,
Lou Christie,
Sight & Sound,
Harry Pussy,
The Gladiators,
Infiniti,
Tommy Roe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nils Olav,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kas Product,
Juan Atkins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Detroit Cobras,
Josef K,
ABC,
Eurythmics,
Mark Hollis,
Y Pants,
Gong,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Evens,
Ponytail,
Terry Callier,
The Beau Brummels,
LL Cool J,
June of 44,
Swans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radiohead,
Technova,
Dark Day,
Matthew Bourne,
Albert Ayler,
The Invisible,
OOIOO,
Fela Kuti,
Toni Rubio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Audionom,
Fat Boys,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.