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 Argentina and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Remains to the techno 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Y Pants,
Harry Pussy,
Deakin,
Make Up,
Pet Shop Boys,
One Last Wish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Henry Cow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
Wire,
The Durutti Column,
Gichy Dan,
the Bar-Kays,
Lungfish,
The Black Dice,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cheater Slicks,
The Moody Blues,
Kevin Saunderson,
Howard Jones,
MDC,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skriet,
Althea and Donna,
Japan,
The Doors,
Crash Course in Science,
the Human League,
Accadde A,
Sun Ra,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Real Kids,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sonic Youth,
This Heat,
Lou Christie,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Young Marble Giants,
Johnny Clarke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultra Naté,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultravox,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Wake,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Animal Collective,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cybotron,
Pantaleimon,
Goldenarms,
Country Teasers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dennis Brown,
Hashim,
The Techniques,
Janne Schatter,
La Düsseldorf,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.