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 Korea South and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Deadbeat to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
The Star Department,
Model 500,
Quantec,
Thee Headcoats,
R.M.O.,
L. Decosne,
The Smiths,
Cheater Slicks,
X-102,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
A Certain Ratio,
The Black Dice,
Visage,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Guru Guru,
Urselle,
Basic Channel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Holt,
Index,
kango's stein massive,
Black Bananas,
Hoover,
Prince Buster,
EPMD,
The Last Poets,
Blancmange,
Funky Four + One,
Average White Band,
Derrick May,
Roxy Music,
Charles Mingus,
Toni Rubio,
UT,
Deepchord,
8 Eyed Spy,
X-Ray Spex,
Ronnie Foster,
Ice-T,
Nico,
Bill Wells,
The Stooges,
David Axelrod,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rakim,
Fugazi,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soft Machine,
X-101,
the Sonics,
Newcleus,
Chris Corsano,
Moby Grape,
Camouflage,
ABC,
Con Funk Shun,
Eden Ahbez,
Darondo,
John Coltrane,
Q65,
E-Dancer,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.