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 Malawi and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the electroclash 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Tropical Tobacco,
Agitation Free,
Infiniti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Panda Bear,
Electric Light Orchestra,
10cc,
New Order,
Derrick May,
Severed Heads,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deakin,
Deadbeat,
Newcleus,
The Count Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pylon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
Max Romeo,
Vladislav Delay,
The Evens,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Motions,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Dennis Brown,
Tommy Roe,
Parry Music,
Flash Fearless,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Move,
Arcadia,
Blancmange,
R.M.O.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Angry Samoans,
Yazoo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hardrive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed,
Simply Red,
Derrick Morgan,
the Human League,
Underground Resistance,
Half Japanese,
Cymande,
A Certain Ratio,
Vainqueur,
The Doors,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tres Demented,
Thompson Twins,
Alphaville,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.