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 Azerbaijan and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Donald Fagen 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 Cosmic Jokers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Ultravox,
Flipper,
Excepter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
China Crisis,
Black Pus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
cv313,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Walker Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David McCallum,
Flash Fearless,
Simply Red,
Depeche Mode,
Bronski Beat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Idris Muhammad,
MDC,
Eli Mardock,
Stereo Dub,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sound Behaviour,
Tres Demented,
Charles Mingus,
Make Up,
Robert Hood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Smoke,
Severed Heads,
Average White Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tom Boy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bootsy Collins,
Monolake,
The Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Aaron Thompson,
Drexciya,
Fat Boys,
The Last Poets,
Joey Negro,
Letta Mbulu,
Barbara Tucker,
the Human League,
Steve Hackett,
Deakin,
Camberwell Now,
Marmalade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arab on Radar,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Count Five,
The Birthday Party,
Skarface,
Niagra,
Nas,
Stiv Bators,
Minnie Riperton,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.