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 Indonesia and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Mantronix,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chris Corsano,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fear,
Boz Scaggs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
PIL,
a-ha,
Duran Duran,
A Certain Ratio,
Morten Harket,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Audionom,
The Blues Magoos,
EPMD,
Liliput,
Toni Rubio,
Skriet,
Roger Hodgson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hashim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Music Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Don Cherry,
Joensuu 1685,
The Zeros,
Drexciya,
Cal Tjader,
R.M.O.,
Todd Rundgren,
Joey Negro,
Camouflage,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cramps,
Arcadia,
Marmalade,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kurtis Blow,
World's Most,
Maleditus Sound,
The Raincoats,
the Sonics,
Rites of Spring,
Q65,
Stereo Dub,
Hot Snakes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blancmange,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Bang On A Can,
Skarface,
The Monks,
Nik Kershaw,
Tubeway Army,
The Searchers,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.