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 Philippines and from Beijing.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Delon & Dalcan to the rap 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Gabor Szabo,
Bill Near,
Sixth Finger,
Con Funk Shun,
Dual Sessions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hasil Adkins,
JFA,
Yaz,
Bobby Byrd,
the Slits,
Japan,
Thompson Twins,
Matthew Halsall,
CMW,
Desert Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bad Manners,
Ossler,
Animal Collective,
Mo-Dettes,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Electric Prunes,
Minor Threat,
The Techniques,
Loose Ends,
The Toasters,
Fela Kuti,
UT,
the Sonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Steve Hackett,
a-ha,
The Buckinghams,
Smog,
Das Ding,
Joensuu 1685,
Man Parrish,
Agent Orange,
Soft Machine,
Hot Snakes,
The Angels of Light,
The Fuzztones,
Max Romeo,
Suicide,
Tommy Roe,
Judy Mowatt,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mummies,
Bluetip,
Al Stewart,
The Tremeloes,
Lalann,
Buzzcocks,
Model 500,
The Litter,
Derrick Morgan,
Interpol,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radiopuhelimet,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.