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 Montenegro and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Delon & Dalcan 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Blues Magoos,
Buzzcocks,
Joensuu 1685,
Joy Division,
Aswad,
The Monks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Durutti Column,
U.S. Maple,
Kool Moe Dee,
Man Parrish,
T.S.O.L.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rapeman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Excepter,
Qualms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deakin,
Alphaville,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quantec,
Surgeon,
Thee Headcoats,
Alton Ellis,
Outsiders,
The Happenings,
Max Romeo,
Faraquet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Holt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Loose Ends,
Juan Atkins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Unwound,
Archie Shepp,
The Searchers,
Johnny Clarke,
Bang On A Can,
The Velvet Underground,
T. Rex,
Hoover,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brand Nubian,
Alice Coltrane,
Bill Wells,
ABC,
Simply Red,
Joey Negro,
The J.B.'s,
Section 25,
Soft Machine,
a-ha,
Glenn Branca,
Sun Ra,
The Birthday Party,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.