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 Nigeria and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Fela Kuti to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Young Marble Giants,
Bob Dylan,
The Leaves,
Agent Orange,
Pulsallama,
Nas,
Scrapy,
The Sonics,
Ice-T,
The Moody Blues,
Average White Band,
Hot Snakes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
ABBA,
Josef K,
E-Dancer,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minny Pops,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Banda Bassotti,
Intrusion,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeff Mills,
Urselle,
Swell Maps,
Black Sheep,
Q65,
Throbbing Gristle,
Porter Ricks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amon Düül,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Warren Ellis,
B.T. Express,
Half Japanese,
Rakim,
Blancmange,
Ultravox,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kayak,
Darondo,
The Fugs,
Black Bananas,
Outsiders,
The Fuzztones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
H. Thieme,
Minnie Riperton,
Henry Cow,
Funky Four + One,
Fatback Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fire Engines,
Con Funk Shun,
Hasil Adkins,
Cameo,
AZ,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.