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 Malta and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Jimmy McGriff to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Visage,
Tropical Tobacco,
Niagra,
Rites of Spring,
Derrick Morgan,
Alphaville,
Patti Smith,
Yaz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Marvin Gaye,
Laurel Aitken,
Brand Nubian,
Unwound,
MC5,
Amon Düül II,
Animal Collective,
Scratch Acid,
Angry Samoans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Red Krayola,
R.M.O.,
The Modern Lovers,
Grey Daturas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Agitation Free,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sight & Sound,
L. Decosne,
The Velvet Underground,
Deakin,
Isaac Hayes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mo-Dettes,
Connie Case,
D'Angelo,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Green,
Tommy Roe,
Nik Kershaw,
Popol Vuh,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deadbeat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The J.B.'s,
Negative Approach,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Moon,
The Neon Judgement,
The Knickerbockers,
The Black Dice,
Colin Newman,
Depeche Mode,
Ludus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Suburban Knight,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lee Hazlewood,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.