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 Qatar and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Trojans to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jerry's Kids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tom Boy,
Absolute Body Control,
Dual Sessions,
Hot Snakes,
Marvin Gaye,
Sugar Minott,
Maurizio,
The Cowsills,
Max Romeo,
The Pop Group,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
KRS-One,
Minny Pops,
Boredoms,
Johnny Clarke,
Jandek,
Janne Schatter,
Letta Mbulu,
Franke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Music Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Real Kids,
The Slits,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Neon Judgement,
Quando Quango,
Tres Demented,
Soft Cell,
Severed Heads,
Babytalk,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter and Kerry,
Cecil Taylor,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marmalade,
Eden Ahbez,
Spoonie Gee,
Flipper,
Bluetip,
Faraquet,
Matthew Halsall,
The Moleskins,
Sun Ra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Unwound,
Cybotron,
The Human League,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Seeds,
The Count Five,
Swell Maps,
L. Decosne,
The Toasters,
The J.B.'s,
Hoover,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.