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 Guatemala and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 Nico to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Patti Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
Blancmange,
Mark Hollis,
Jacques Brel,
Technova,
Jawbox,
The Zeros,
the Soft Cell,
kango's stein massive,
Rod Modell,
Jeff Mills,
Animal Collective,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed,
The Tremeloes,
Ludus,
Reagan Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deadbeat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter & Gordon,
Pussy Galore,
Deakin,
Pantytec,
David Bowie,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sound Behaviour,
The Associates,
Shoche,
Joey Negro,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Five Americans,
The Mummies,
Marc Almond,
MC5,
Half Japanese,
Franke,
PIL,
Model 500,
Man Eating Sloth,
Infiniti,
Cecil Taylor,
Los Fastidios,
Loose Ends,
The Residents,
Newcleus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Flag,
Mandrill,
Stereo Dub,
Radio Birdman,
Sixth Finger,
The Remains,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kas Product,
cv313,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.