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 San Marino and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the techno 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mark Hollis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Buckinghams,
Minutemen,
Harpers Bizarre,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moss Icon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dead C,
Lalann,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cluster,
Marvin Gaye,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Altered Images,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Association,
Aural Exciters,
Severed Heads,
The Knickerbockers,
Theoretical Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Sheep,
Brothers Johnson,
AZ,
The Pretty Things,
Brick,
The Vogues,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harmonia,
The Angels of Light,
Subhumans,
The Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Slits,
James White and The Blacks,
Kerri Chandler,
Kaleidoscope,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soft Cell,
Alice Coltrane,
Bill Near,
Porter Ricks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joe Smooth,
the Germs,
Intrusion,
The Neon Judgement,
Scratch Acid,
Lindisfarne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Blues Magoos,
Los Fastidios,
Fear,
EPMD,
The Grass Roots,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.