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 Uganda and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Gian Franco Pienzio 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Jeff Mills,
This Heat,
Fear,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Procol Harum,
The Pop Group,
Eden Ahbez,
Bang On A Can,
Black Moon,
Q and Not U,
The Searchers,
Andrew Hill,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Holt,
Carl Craig,
Terrestrial Tones,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed,
Joe Finger,
The Shadows of Knight,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Main Source,
Angry Samoans,
Faraquet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Khruangbin,
Zapp,
The Real Kids,
Funkadelic,
Albert Ayler,
Al Stewart,
The Birthday Party,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lakeside,
Inner City,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New York Dolls,
Pulsallama,
Altered Images,
Hasil Adkins,
Thompson Twins,
Adolescents,
Heaven 17,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Green,
Josef K,
The Human League,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stetsasonic,
UT,
The Toasters,
Radiohead,
Index,
Arthur Verocai,
Negative Approach,
Prince Buster,
Mars,
Electric Prunes,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.