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 Uzbekistan and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
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 chamberlin 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 Isaac Hayes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Quadrant,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gories,
Soft Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Cymande,
These Immortal Souls,
F. McDonald,
Cal Tjader,
John Coltrane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dual Sessions,
DNA,
U.S. Maple,
Kenny Larkin,
Lyres,
The Motions,
ABBA,
Sight & Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Colin Newman,
The Martian,
Idris Muhammad,
DJ Style,
The Mojo Men,
Gichy Dan,
Can,
Aswad,
Tres Demented,
Reagan Youth,
Duran Duran,
The Slits,
Fat Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cramps,
Animal Collective,
The Techniques,
Sarah Menescal,
The Offenders,
David Axelrod,
Sonic Youth,
Dave Gahan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
JFA,
Joe Smooth,
World's Most,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Zero Boys,
Intrusion,
Godley & Creme,
Bad Manners,
Joey Negro,
Nik Kershaw,
The Divine Comedy,
Urselle,
Qualms,
Leonard Cohen,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.