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 Maldives and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 R.M.O. to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Silicon Teens,
Dave Gahan,
DJ Style,
H. Thieme,
Delon & Dalcan,
DNA,
Hoover,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Panda Bear,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Stooges,
Dark Day,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Sherman,
Moss Icon,
Trumans Water,
Blake Baxter,
Urselle,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cramps,
Suburban Knight,
10cc,
David Bowie,
CMW,
Howard Jones,
Von Mondo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang of Four,
Kool Moe Dee,
Darondo,
Ultravox,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stockholm Monsters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Buzzcocks,
FM Einheit,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Massinfluence,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nico,
Kerri Chandler,
Terry Callier,
Isaac Hayes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Josef K,
Matthew Bourne,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cowsills,
The Invisible,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
L. Decosne,
The Smiths,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.