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 Luxembourg and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Chris & Cosey to the grunge 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Monolake,
Public Enemy,
Delta 5,
Toni Rubio,
Gong,
Grauzone,
Steve Hackett,
Freddie Wadling,
The Remains,
Yaz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marine Girls,
Minutemen,
Intrusion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fortunes,
Ituana,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sight & Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Byron Stingily,
Pantaleimon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Janne Schatter,
Cymande,
Desert Stars,
Lower 48,
Deakin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Half Japanese,
The Techniques,
Al Stewart,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wings,
Black Flag,
Infiniti,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Pus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tomorrow,
Hoover,
Sarah Menescal,
Pagans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soft Cell,
Spandau Ballet,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gun Club,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric Copeland,
Bush Tetras,
Eve St. Jones,
Patti Smith,
Erykah Badu,
The Moleskins,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.