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 Uzbekistan and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Audionom,
Terrestrial Tones,
The American Breed,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minny Pops,
Gang Green,
Toni Rubio,
MC5,
Surgeon,
The Buckinghams,
Boredoms,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Man Eating Sloth,
Derrick May,
Erasure,
the Bar-Kays,
Aural Exciters,
Basic Channel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Zeros,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed,
Negative Approach,
JFA,
Monks,
The Fall,
Livin' Joy,
Henry Cow,
The Moody Blues,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harpers Bizarre,
Glambeats Corp.,
Laurel Aitken,
Niagra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Sheep,
Scott Walker,
The Red Krayola,
Ralphi Rosario,
Banda Bassotti,
Ludus,
Idris Muhammad,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Smiths,
Swans,
Anthony Braxton,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sonic Youth,
Easy Going,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Unrelated Segments,
Morten Harket,
L. Decosne,
The Saints,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Hood,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.