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 Guyana and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Los Fastidios to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Arcadia,
The Electric Prunes,
Quantec,
LL Cool J,
Pole,
Flipper,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Model 500,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wings,
Davy DMX,
Matthew Halsall,
Althea and Donna,
Nik Kershaw,
Pulsallama,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sparks,
Organ,
Khruangbin,
Pierre Henry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gap Band,
John Holt,
Joe Smooth,
Drexciya,
Ronnie Foster,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nick Fraelich,
Electric Prunes,
Fluxion,
The Saints,
Hot Snakes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed,
The Techniques,
CMW,
Brick,
48th St. Collective,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scientists,
The Knickerbockers,
Crash Course in Science,
Colin Newman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Make Up,
Girls At Our Best!,
Das Ding,
Ultra Naté,
The Modern Lovers,
The Move,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sister Nancy,
Hasil Adkins,
World's Most,
The Remains,
Minnie Riperton,
L. Decosne,
The Litter,
Chris Corsano,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.