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 Kingdom and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Spandau Ballet to the jazz 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
The Selecter,
Gang Starr,
The Star Department,
Danielle Patucci,
Marine Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Toni Rubio,
Ultravox,
Banda Bassotti,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
D'Angelo,
These Immortal Souls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Don Cherry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Piero Umiliani,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jandek,
Lower 48,
The Doobie Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
Negative Approach,
John Coltrane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Womack,
ABC,
Ornette Coleman,
Q and Not U,
Jerry's Kids,
Country Teasers,
The J.B.'s,
Silicon Teens,
Fela Kuti,
Kerri Chandler,
Babytalk,
The Mummies,
The Busters,
Ronnie Foster,
A Certain Ratio,
Barrington Levy,
Flash Fearless,
Heaven 17,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terry Callier,
the Slits,
Mantronix,
Pierre Henry,
Lalann,
Al Stewart,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rekid,
Tubeway Army,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stereo Dub,
The Velvet Underground,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alton Ellis,
The Vogues,
Isaac Hayes,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.