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 Manchester.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Ultra Naté to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dead Boys,
Morten Harket,
Marcia Griffiths,
48th St. Collective,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Vogues,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Maurizio,
Marine Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
The Dirtbombs,
The Count Five,
Au Pairs,
Connie Case,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Unrelated Segments,
Neil Young,
Subhumans,
Black Bananas,
Kas Product,
Mark Hollis,
The Smiths,
The Neon Judgement,
The Moody Blues,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pantytec,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
Jandek,
New Age Steppers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fear,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Porter Ricks,
The Leaves,
Soft Cell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wire,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Echospace,
The Zeros,
John Lydon,
Letta Mbulu,
Jeff Mills,
R.M.O.,
The Gories,
The Misunderstood,
Minny Pops,
Gabor Szabo,
T.S.O.L.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pantaleimon,
The American Breed,
Interpol,
Talk Talk,
Crime,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.