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 Hungary and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
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 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Sound Behaviour to the jazz 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Trumans Water,
Eden Ahbez,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Darondo,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Byrd,
Vladislav Delay,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pulsallama,
Pagans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nick Fraelich,
Lyres,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Sherman,
Blancmange,
Skaos,
Newcleus,
Matthew Halsall,
Aural Exciters,
Susan Cadogan,
Anakelly,
CMW,
The Modern Lovers,
Juan Atkins,
Erasure,
Arthur Verocai,
Byron Stingily,
Pantytec,
Yaz,
Los Fastidios,
Lebanon Hanover,
Supertramp,
The New Christs,
Angry Samoans,
John Coltrane,
Rotary Connection,
Kaleidoscope,
Wasted Youth,
Roxette,
The Trojans,
Depeche Mode,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Surgeon,
Excepter,
Dave Gahan,
Delta 5,
Spoonie Gee,
Funky Four + One,
Jerry's Kids,
Albert Ayler,
Electric Prunes,
Crime,
Todd Rundgren,
The American Breed,
Kool Moe Dee,
New Age Steppers,
MDC,
Mandrill,
Organ,
The Wake,
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.