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 Korea South and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 JFA to the funk 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Raincoats,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Index,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David McCallum,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lungfish,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Toasters,
Bob Dylan,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Blackbyrds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
KRS-One,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jimmy McGriff,
Reagan Youth,
Brand Nubian,
Donald Byrd,
The Index,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tim Buckley,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare,
Chris & Cosey,
Desert Stars,
Scott Walker,
The Selecter,
Pulsallama,
Alphaville,
The Young Rascals,
The New Christs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jandek,
Rekid,
Essential Logic,
David Axelrod,
Depeche Mode,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
E-Dancer,
a-ha,
Barrington Levy,
The Gap Band,
Jacques Brel,
Eurythmics,
Freddie Wadling,
Swans,
Amazonics,
The Gories,
The American Breed,
OOIOO,
Moss Icon,
Magazine,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Evens,
Pantaleimon,
The Fortunes,
Stiv Bators,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.