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 Russia and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 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 Absolute Body Control to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Fat Boys,
OOIOO,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed,
Fatback Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Germs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fall,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeff Mills,
Fela Kuti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Archie Shepp,
Glenn Branca,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Henry Cow,
The Pop Group,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cameo,
Pussy Galore,
The Last Poets,
Marmalade,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Sheep,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Slits,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Busters,
Hoover,
Alice Coltrane,
The Litter,
Rakim,
Au Pairs,
Panda Bear,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deadbeat,
Darondo,
Silicon Teens,
Alphaville,
Harry Pussy,
The Beau Brummels,
Crispy Ambulance,
Max Romeo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Slits,
Matthew Halsall,
Soulsonic Force,
Royal Trux,
Marcia Griffiths,
Qualms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Susan Cadogan,
Nirvana,
Model 500,
Don Cherry,
Graham Central Station,
Skaos,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.