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 Greece and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 Audionom to the electroclash 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
The Young Rascals,
Camberwell Now,
Cheater Slicks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Intrusion,
Alice Coltrane,
Kas Product,
Letta Mbulu,
Interpol,
The Litter,
Lyres,
Girls At Our Best!,
June of 44,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare,
Half Japanese,
The Music Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
Q and Not U,
Anthony Braxton,
Mr. Review,
Siglo XX,
Don Cherry,
Anakelly,
Pierre Henry,
The Seeds,
Gang of Four,
Sandy B,
Outsiders,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roxy Music,
Underground Resistance,
Byron Stingily,
Zero Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nas,
Marine Girls,
Colin Newman,
K-Klass,
Accadde A,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Black Dice,
Blake Baxter,
Sun Ra,
Rotary Connection,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun City Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brass Construction,
Agent Orange,
Marmalade,
Pagans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Niagra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sister Nancy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.