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 Canada and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron 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 Sisters of Mercy to the funk 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Crash Course in Science,
Mark Hollis,
Don Cherry,
Sound Behaviour,
Radiohead,
X-102,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Monochrome Set,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Sherman,
Gong,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Swans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lucky Dragons,
Radio Birdman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Sheep,
Harry Pussy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chris & Cosey,
Cameo,
The Sound,
Quando Quango,
The Alarm Clocks,
Erasure,
Kayak,
Khruangbin,
Pantytec,
The Last Poets,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
F. McDonald,
MDC,
The Fugs,
Subhumans,
R.M.O.,
ABC,
The Invisible,
Banda Bassotti,
Steve Hackett,
Mad Mike,
David Bowie,
Stetsasonic,
DJ Style,
Skaos,
Blancmange,
Dead Boys,
Moebius,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mars,
Cal Tjader,
Soulsonic Force,
Andrew Hill,
Monolake,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aaron Thompson,
Pylon,
The Smoke,
Neil Young,
Jerry's Kids,
Royal Trux,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.