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 Sweden and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Moebius to the electroclash 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Duran Duran,
Ludus,
Radio Birdman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Matthew Halsall,
Zapp,
Byron Stingily,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roxette,
Siglo XX,
the Association,
CMW,
Tom Boy,
K-Klass,
Lungfish,
Darondo,
Charles Mingus,
Lyres,
Chrome,
Rakim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Todd Terry,
Sonic Youth,
Black Pus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Isaac Hayes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Techniques,
Malaria!,
B.T. Express,
The Smiths,
The Neon Judgement,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cosmic Jokers,
James White and The Blacks,
Brass Construction,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arab on Radar,
Young Marble Giants,
The Birthday Party,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Standells,
The Doors,
Make Up,
Infiniti,
Rosa Yemen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Index,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lindisfarne,
Man Parrish,
the Soft Cell,
The Barracudas,
The Saints,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.