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 Palau and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 The Smiths to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Magma,
Franke,
Bob Dylan,
ABC,
Minny Pops,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Görl,
Pussy Galore,
The Kinks,
Glambeats Corp.,
DJ Sneak,
The Red Krayola,
Pierre Henry,
The Happenings,
Minnie Riperton,
Deepchord,
John Coltrane,
Absolute Body Control,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
One Last Wish,
The Birthday Party,
Lower 48,
Black Sheep,
Barclay James Harvest,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Prince Buster,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Wyatt,
JFA,
Grey Daturas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Leaves,
The Searchers,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare,
Spoonie Gee,
The Moleskins,
Connie Case,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mantronix,
Banda Bassotti,
Jawbox,
Matthew Halsall,
Piero Umiliani,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeff Lynne,
Chrome,
The Human League,
Symarip,
The Mummies,
Tom Boy,
Pantytec,
Eric Copeland,
LL Cool J,
Organ,
Rosa Yemen,
the Soft Cell,
Sam Rivers,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.