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 Peru and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 The Names to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Dual Sessions,
Moss Icon,
Soft Cell,
Vladislav Delay,
Wolf Eyes,
Toni Rubio,
The Dirtbombs,
Monks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Slick Rick,
Reagan Youth,
U.S. Maple,
Trumans Water,
T.S.O.L.,
Tres Demented,
Pharoah Sanders,
Country Teasers,
Cameo,
Malaria!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brothers Johnson,
Rosa Yemen,
Oblivians,
Gang of Four,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Peter and Kerry,
These Immortal Souls,
Altered Images,
Intrusion,
Mo-Dettes,
Erykah Badu,
Max Romeo,
Underground Resistance,
Kerri Chandler,
Slave,
Theoretical Girls,
Heaven 17,
This Heat,
Rufus Thomas,
Funkadelic,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Negative Approach,
The Vogues,
Spandau Ballet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ohio Players,
Tubeway Army,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ken Boothe,
The Barracudas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aloha Tigers,
Danielle Patucci,
Henry Cow,
Godley & Creme,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.