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 Latvia and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Durutti Column,
Au Pairs,
June Days,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-Ray Spex,
Main Source,
Brand Nubian,
Wire,
Yusef Lateef,
Glenn Branca,
The Misunderstood,
Severed Heads,
Scratch Acid,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dead C,
Lightning Bolt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rites of Spring,
Supertramp,
Ten City,
Jeff Lynne,
Cecil Taylor,
Sällskapet,
Circle Jerks,
Sex Pistols,
The Detroit Cobras,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bauhaus,
Minutemen,
Lower 48,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Youth Brigade,
Animal Collective,
Ossler,
Sugar Minott,
Panda Bear,
Spandau Ballet,
Aaron Thompson,
The American Breed,
the Bar-Kays,
Y Pants,
ABBA,
Chrome,
Nik Kershaw,
Skaos,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pierre Henry,
Sandy B,
The Happenings,
The Saints,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
kango's stein massive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter & Gordon,
Grauzone,
Black Pus,
World's Most,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rufus Thomas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.