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 Mozambique and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 Slick Rick to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Radio Birdman,
Ponytail,
The Neon Judgement,
The Mojo Men,
the Slits,
The Index,
A Certain Ratio,
Godley & Creme,
Davy DMX,
Aaron Thompson,
Das Ding,
Silicon Teens,
E-Dancer,
The Sisters of Mercy,
kango's stein massive,
Masters at Work,
Vladislav Delay,
David Axelrod,
Anthony Braxton,
Janne Schatter,
Aswad,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric Copeland,
Nik Kershaw,
Infiniti,
The Gap Band,
Carl Craig,
The Moleskins,
Kas Product,
Theoretical Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cheater Slicks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Banda Bassotti,
U.S. Maple,
Alison Limerick,
Man Parrish,
Henry Cow,
Motorama,
Vainqueur,
Tom Boy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Magazine,
ABBA,
Supertramp,
Derrick Morgan,
Technova,
Barbara Tucker,
Skaos,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Invisible,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alton Ellis,
Q65,
Can,
Black Flag,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Happenings,
The Cramps,
Stereo Dub,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.