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 Canada and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sonic Youth to the crunk 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Grauzone,
R.M.O.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wally Richardson,
Parry Music,
Laurel Aitken,
Marvin Gaye,
Sarah Menescal,
Scrapy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lalann,
Faust,
Frankie Knuckles,
DJ Sneak,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Heaven 17,
The Mojo Men,
Unrelated Segments,
Sight & Sound,
Josef K,
The Litter,
The Buckinghams,
Rites of Spring,
10cc,
kango's stein massive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Quando Quango,
Circle Jerks,
Oblivians,
The Dirtbombs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Junior Murvin,
Mo-Dettes,
Monolake,
Joe Smooth,
Das Ding,
Glenn Branca,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stockholm Monsters,
Severed Heads,
Robert Wyatt,
Juan Atkins,
Liliput,
Infiniti,
The Evens,
The Skatalites,
Boz Scaggs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crooked Eye,
The Birthday Party,
Absolute Body Control,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pierre Henry,
Camberwell Now,
Masters at Work,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Stooges,
U.S. Maple,
Mantronix,
Amon Düül II,
Quantec,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.