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 Palau and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
PIL,
Yazoo,
Oneida,
Johnny Osbourne,
Little Man,
David McCallum,
Grey Daturas,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Invisible,
Heaven 17,
The Dirtbombs,
Swell Maps,
The Beau Brummels,
Moebius,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mantronix,
Porter Ricks,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scott Walker,
Todd Terry,
B.T. Express,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Motorama,
Massinfluence,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Carl Craig,
Second Layer,
Supertramp,
Rapeman,
Rosa Yemen,
Angry Samoans,
Sam Rivers,
Severed Heads,
Fat Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Surgeon,
Laurel Aitken,
The Knickerbockers,
The Litter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blake Baxter,
Organ,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ponytail,
The Doobie Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Index,
Y Pants,
Funkadelic,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.