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 Liberia and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 Quando Quango to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Joyce Sims,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Tremeloes,
The Index,
Wire,
Peter and Kerry,
Buzzcocks,
Ituana,
Tres Demented,
Lightning Bolt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marvin Gaye,
T.S.O.L.,
Michelle Simonal,
The Human League,
Dawn Penn,
Eli Mardock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Y Pants,
The Monochrome Set,
Bill Wells,
Ludus,
David Bowie,
Terrestrial Tones,
L. Decosne,
Delta 5,
Liliput,
The Blues Magoos,
Swans,
Amazonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Slick Rick,
Country Teasers,
Saccharine Trust,
Guru Guru,
Nils Olav,
Derrick May,
Lou Reed,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scott Walker,
Popol Vuh,
the Slits,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kurtis Blow,
Alice Coltrane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fatback Band,
Mars,
Bootsy Collins,
Blake Baxter,
PIL,
Basic Channel,
F. McDonald,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lebanon Hanover,
Frankie Knuckles,
Technova,
New Order,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.