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 Chile and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bauhaus to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Erasure,
the Human League,
Prince Buster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Sheep,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Pus,
OOIOO,
The Gories,
The Neon Judgement,
Grauzone,
Q and Not U,
Monolake,
Wire,
Warsaw,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Music Machine,
Outsiders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed,
The Sonics,
Chris & Cosey,
Slick Rick,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun Ra,
This Heat,
Wasted Youth,
Television Personalities,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wally Richardson,
Nico,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deakin,
The Grass Roots,
Suburban Knight,
Livin' Joy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Man Parrish,
Aloha Tigers,
Wings,
Monks,
Amon Düül II,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Essential Logic,
Quando Quango,
Sonny Sharrock,
Radiohead,
Sällskapet,
Roxette,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Five Americans,
Danielle Patucci,
Lightning Bolt,
Depeche Mode,
Hoover,
Ultravox,
Camouflage,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.