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 Mali and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wings 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Los Fastidios,
Lakeside,
Faust,
DJ Sneak,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cheater Slicks,
The Electric Prunes,
Fluxion,
Funkadelic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Erykah Badu,
Bang On A Can,
Neu!,
Nick Fraelich,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Trumans Water,
Yellowson,
Mr. Review,
Lightning Bolt,
Metal Thangz,
Matthew Halsall,
Negative Approach,
The Moody Blues,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Funky Four + One,
June Days,
Suicide,
CMW,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
Chrome,
Inner City,
Buzzcocks,
Dual Sessions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Kinks,
Skaos,
Ultravox,
Amon Düül II,
Drexciya,
Gong,
Angry Samoans,
Tres Demented,
Bill Near,
Siglo XX,
L. Decosne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scion,
Young Marble Giants,
Quando Quango,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gladiators,
Peter & Gordon,
Ossler,
Yazoo,
Byron Stingily,
Depeche Mode,
Alice Coltrane,
Sonic Youth,
Soft Cell,
Moebius,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.