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 Norway and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gabor Szabo to the rap 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Pop Group,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crime,
The Happenings,
Easy Going,
Blossom Toes,
Visage,
June Days,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nico,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Henry Cow,
Dave Gahan,
Moebius,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Residents,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Juan Atkins,
The Fugs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Donald Byrd,
Drexciya,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Angels of Light,
B.T. Express,
Ponytail,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Bananas,
Skarface,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skriet,
the Sonics,
Vladislav Delay,
Eve St. Jones,
Index,
Unwound,
Main Source,
Zapp,
Fela Kuti,
Ituana,
Radio Birdman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Prince Buster,
Von Mondo,
Bang On A Can,
This Heat,
Wire,
Agent Orange,
The Misunderstood,
Amon Düül,
Arab on Radar,
Sandy B,
Arcadia,
Supertramp,
Anakelly,
Boredoms,
UT,
Babytalk,
Sight & Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.