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 St Lucia and from London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Q65 to the rock 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Adolescents,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lower 48,
Suicide,
Skarface,
John Holt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gabor Szabo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Womack,
Ossler,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Negative Approach,
Roger Hodgson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hot Snakes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sparks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deadbeat,
Absolute Body Control,
Nirvana,
Public Enemy,
Bronski Beat,
The Fugs,
Kerri Chandler,
UT,
Liliput,
Sound Behaviour,
Throbbing Gristle,
Connie Case,
Crash Course in Science,
Popol Vuh,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gories,
Television,
Max Romeo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lungfish,
Delta 5,
X-102,
The Associates,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Hood,
The Modern Lovers,
Nico,
The Gap Band,
Albert Ayler,
Scratch Acid,
Grandmaster Flash,
The American Breed,
The Real Kids,
The Seeds,
Skaos,
David Axelrod,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.