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 Russia and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Pierre Henry to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare,
The New Christs,
X-Ray Spex,
Reuben Wilson,
The Blackbyrds,
David McCallum,
Easy Going,
ABC,
Slick Rick,
Sister Nancy,
Monks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Archie Shepp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Count Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kerri Chandler,
The Human League,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nik Kershaw,
Sarah Menescal,
Main Source,
The Mojo Men,
Khruangbin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
Make Up,
The Buckinghams,
The Remains,
Eddi Front,
Lungfish,
Simply Red,
kango's stein massive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yusef Lateef,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sandy B,
Connie Case,
Oblivians,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blossom Toes,
Suburban Knight,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Byron Stingily,
This Heat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Evens,
Von Mondo,
Aloha Tigers,
Stetsasonic,
Pierre Henry,
Television Personalities,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Isaac Hayes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Massinfluence,
Popol Vuh,
Marine Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.