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 Mexico and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
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 rhodes 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 Seeds to the crunk 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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Schoolly D,
Wally Richardson,
Oblivians,
The Pop Group,
The Grass Roots,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David Axelrod,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
MC5,
X-102,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brothers Johnson,
Amon Düül,
The Selecter,
The Techniques,
The Angels of Light,
David Bowie,
Marmalade,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Whodini,
Funky Four + One,
Iggy Pop,
Loose Ends,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare,
Joey Negro,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harmonia,
Groovy Waters,
One Last Wish,
Minny Pops,
Pole,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Theoretical Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Josef K,
Second Layer,
the Germs,
Black Pus,
Nils Olav,
Delta 5,
Barclay James Harvest,
Index,
Shoche,
Cymande,
Scott Walker,
Banda Bassotti,
The Slits,
Boogie Down Productions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aaron Thompson,
Joyce Sims,
Malaria!,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.