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 Indonesia and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 Howard Jones to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
The Detroit Cobras,
Adolescents,
Smog,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Man Eating Sloth,
Model 500,
The Tremeloes,
Fugazi,
These Immortal Souls,
Tubeway Army,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
a-ha,
Ituana,
The Index,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Suicide,
Unwound,
Don Cherry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neu!,
Dennis Brown,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fad Gadget,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare,
The Dirtbombs,
Chris & Cosey,
Average White Band,
Anthony Braxton,
The Birthday Party,
The Standells,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter & Gordon,
CMW,
KRS-One,
Delta 5,
Outsiders,
cv313,
The Raincoats,
The Real Kids,
Black Sheep,
Donald Byrd,
Essential Logic,
Fatback Band,
MDC,
Cecil Taylor,
The Saints,
Scratch Acid,
La Düsseldorf,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grauzone,
New Order,
John Coltrane,
Cameo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Con Funk Shun,
The Black Dice,
Minutemen,
Scrapy,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.