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 Antigua and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Man Parrish to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Pretty Things,
Khruangbin,
Y Pants,
Dennis Brown,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Essential Logic,
Black Sheep,
New York Dolls,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultra Naté,
cv313,
Fear,
Qualms,
Unrelated Segments,
Guru Guru,
Ken Boothe,
Surgeon,
Rod Modell,
David McCallum,
MDC,
The Velvet Underground,
Public Enemy,
Minny Pops,
kango's stein massive,
David Bowie,
John Lydon,
Todd Rundgren,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moss Icon,
The New Christs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Reagan Youth,
Bauhaus,
Eric Copeland,
Tim Buckley,
Lightning Bolt,
The Litter,
Rufus Thomas,
Scratch Acid,
In Retrospect,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moebius,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Moleskins,
The Slits,
Lower 48,
Thee Headcoats,
Spoonie Gee,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sound,
Q65,
Terrestrial Tones,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Modern Lovers,
John Foxx,
Mandrill,
The Move,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.