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 Zimbabwe and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Holger Czukay 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 Tom Boy to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Ronan,
Ken Boothe,
Mantronix,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Basic Channel,
David McCallum,
The Red Krayola,
Thee Headcoats,
Deepchord,
Robert Hood,
Zero Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pere Ubu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Easy Going,
Scientists,
the Normal,
Spandau Ballet,
The Selecter,
Echospace,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Association,
The Birthday Party,
Gong,
Grauzone,
The Fuzztones,
Sugar Minott,
Unwound,
Hardrive,
The Real Kids,
Ultravox,
Hot Snakes,
Little Man,
Tim Buckley,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Althea and Donna,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sixth Finger,
the Germs,
Don Cherry,
Mark Hollis,
Shoche,
Sexual Harrassment,
Excepter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camouflage,
Young Marble Giants,
Monks,
Smog,
The Blackbyrds,
Visage,
Sun City Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Quantec,
The Dirtbombs,
Livin' Joy,
Niagra,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.