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 Mauritius and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fortunes to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wings,
X-101,
David McCallum,
Yazoo,
John Cale,
The Knickerbockers,
Khruangbin,
The Dirtbombs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pantytec,
Fear,
The Slackers,
the Slits,
The Stooges,
Harmonia,
Dual Sessions,
Cymande,
Joey Negro,
Clear Light,
Hashim,
Harry Pussy,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eden Ahbez,
Circle Jerks,
Cybotron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Warsaw,
Fela Kuti,
The Tremeloes,
Public Enemy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
Black Bananas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sandy B,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scion,
The Vogues,
The Smiths,
Todd Terry,
Letta Mbulu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kas Product,
Silicon Teens,
Tommy Roe,
the Normal,
Henry Cow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Visage,
The Doors,
Quadrant,
John Foxx,
Freddie Wadling,
Soulsonic Force,
David Axelrod,
Lower 48,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.