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 United States and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Average White Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Leaves,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lalo Schifrin,
A Certain Ratio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
PIL,
Monks,
Avey Tare,
John Holt,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Golliwogs,
Nirvana,
Derrick May,
Lalann,
Warren Ellis,
Loose Ends,
DJ Style,
Section 25,
Babytalk,
Eddi Front,
Lightning Bolt,
The Durutti Column,
UT,
The Move,
The Wake,
Ultra Naté,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Godley & Creme,
Monolake,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ronan,
Little Man,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Reuben Wilson,
The Names,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Womack,
T.S.O.L.,
Pierre Henry,
Terry Callier,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ohio Players,
Ultravox,
Procol Harum,
The Smoke,
These Immortal Souls,
Hasil Adkins,
Reagan Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed,
Tim Buckley,
The Beau Brummels,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Howard Jones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Josef K,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.