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 Montenegro and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 a-ha to the rap 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Main Source,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lucky Dragons,
Kerri Chandler,
Yazoo,
The Young Rascals,
Funkadelic,
Flipper,
Dorothy Ashby,
E-Dancer,
Boredoms,
The Moleskins,
Eric Dolphy,
Camberwell Now,
Crooked Eye,
The Raincoats,
Sandy B,
Joe Smooth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hasil Adkins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scott Walker,
Duran Duran,
The Monochrome Set,
KRS-One,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric Copeland,
Pet Shop Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Scrapy,
Sam Rivers,
The Sound,
Cluster,
Marvin Gaye,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Saints,
Shuggie Otis,
Dawn Penn,
New Order,
Eddi Front,
DJ Sneak,
Ohio Players,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Vogues,
John Coltrane,
D'Angelo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ponytail,
Matthew Halsall,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mad Mike,
The Monks,
Television Personalities,
Jacques Brel,
Q65,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gerry Rafferty,
a-ha,
Livin' Joy,
Mantronix,
Audionom,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.