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 Jordan 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Walker Brothers to the disco 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kaleidoscope,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Spandau Ballet,
Hot Snakes,
Nas,
The Cowsills,
Minny Pops,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun Ra,
Byron Stingily,
Das Ding,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yaz,
Bad Manners,
These Immortal Souls,
Newcleus,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Von Mondo,
Neil Young,
Joe Smooth,
The Young Rascals,
Nation of Ulysses,
Piero Umiliani,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mad Mike,
A Certain Ratio,
Little Man,
Porter Ricks,
Hashim,
Schoolly D,
Buzzcocks,
Unrelated Segments,
Accadde A,
The American Breed,
DJ Sneak,
Cluster,
Los Fastidios,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rites of Spring,
Gong,
Todd Terry,
Michelle Simonal,
Talk Talk,
New York Dolls,
Max Romeo,
Roger Hodgson,
Zero Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Panda Bear,
Sonic Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
the Normal,
The J.B.'s,
Gregory Isaacs,
Howard Jones,
Freddie Wadling,
Alison Limerick,
Pylon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.