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 Monaco 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Agent Orange to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Pulsallama,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pere Ubu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ten City,
Sound Behaviour,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Erykah Badu,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fuzztones,
Lindisfarne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Bananas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skaos,
Maurizio,
Slick Rick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Basic Channel,
Arcadia,
The Birthday Party,
The Detroit Cobras,
Archie Shepp,
Half Japanese,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Anakelly,
The Fortunes,
Organ,
Byron Stingily,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gregory Isaacs,
Piero Umiliani,
Leonard Cohen,
Mad Mike,
Japan,
The Cramps,
Easy Going,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Toni Rubio,
Technova,
The Index,
Man Eating Sloth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pantytec,
Marine Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Monolake,
Funkadelic,
Unrelated Segments,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Music Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
CMW,
Icehouse,
Spoonie Gee,
Thee Headcoats,
Bush Tetras,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Groovy Waters,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.