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 Mali and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kenny Larkin to the punk 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Bob Dylan,
The Cowsills,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
kango's stein massive,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Slits,
Max Romeo,
The Selecter,
Ronnie Foster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Graham Central Station,
Bronski Beat,
Dave Gahan,
Blake Baxter,
David Bowie,
The Electric Prunes,
Jerry's Kids,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scott Walker,
Con Funk Shun,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Smog,
Joensuu 1685,
Hasil Adkins,
Sixth Finger,
Mark Hollis,
The Last Poets,
Flash Fearless,
Fear,
Neil Young,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ludus,
Blancmange,
The Moody Blues,
AZ,
Shoche,
Slave,
Schoolly D,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Animal Collective,
Surgeon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Newcleus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Infiniti,
Bad Manners,
U.S. Maple,
Ituana,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Beau Brummels,
Rites of Spring,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Soft Cell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roxette,
Warsaw,
Pole,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.