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 Cuba and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Magazine to the punk 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
John Cale,
Hasil Adkins,
EPMD,
Agitation Free,
Dorothy Ashby,
World's Most,
The Human League,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Saints,
The Dirtbombs,
Urselle,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sparks,
Vainqueur,
Pantaleimon,
Prince Buster,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Hood,
Suicide,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Qualms,
The Golliwogs,
Amon Düül,
Ultra Naté,
Cluster,
Gong,
Japan,
L. Decosne,
Kayak,
Symarip,
Juan Atkins,
Fluxion,
John Holt,
Carl Craig,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mojo Men,
Joe Smooth,
This Heat,
The Grass Roots,
New Age Steppers,
Grey Daturas,
Roger Hodgson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Agent Orange,
Arthur Verocai,
David Axelrod,
Hashim,
Excepter,
The Motions,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed,
Deepchord,
Dead Boys,
Model 500,
The Cramps,
Susan Cadogan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lindisfarne,
Charles Mingus,
Joyce Sims,
Graham Central Station,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.