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 Bahrain and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Black Pus to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Jacob Miller,
Clear Light,
Aaron Thompson,
Barry Ungar,
The Music Machine,
Black Sheep,
F. McDonald,
Piero Umiliani,
Crime,
Zero Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Matthew Bourne,
The Misunderstood,
DNA,
Crash Course in Science,
Drexciya,
The Fuzztones,
Circle Jerks,
Metal Thangz,
Lalann,
Marmalade,
Laurel Aitken,
Spoonie Gee,
Outsiders,
Mad Mike,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roxy Music,
Trumans Water,
T.S.O.L.,
The Young Rascals,
Faust,
The Grass Roots,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Buckinghams,
Goldenarms,
Soft Cell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Soft Cell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-Ray Spex,
Jandek,
John Holt,
The Trojans,
The Cure,
Johnny Osbourne,
Morten Harket,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cowsills,
Ultra Naté,
Deakin,
Silicon Teens,
Grey Daturas,
Prince Buster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Toni Rubio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terry Callier,
In Retrospect,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.