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 Azerbaijan and from Lagos.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 Masters at Work to the funk 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
The Shadows of Knight,
Todd Terry,
Niagra,
Angry Samoans,
Black Pus,
Scan 7,
Pantytec,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Whodini,
Boredoms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Saccharine Trust,
Dave Gahan,
Eli Mardock,
The Doobie Brothers,
Technova,
Bobby Sherman,
Symarip,
Idris Muhammad,
Qualms,
Fad Gadget,
Dark Day,
Unwound,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David Axelrod,
Bang On A Can,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roger Hodgson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Skatalites,
The Count Five,
Warsaw,
Masters at Work,
Man Parrish,
Jerry's Kids,
The Invisible,
Groovy Waters,
L. Decosne,
Sarah Menescal,
Icehouse,
Jandek,
Average White Band,
Kaleidoscope,
The Victims,
David McCallum,
Fear,
Scientists,
Anakelly,
The Searchers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Make Up,
Minny Pops,
Soft Cell,
The Fuzztones,
The Gun Club,
Dennis Brown,
Easy Going,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.