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 Guinea-Bissau and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 The Music Machine to the techno 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Underground Resistance,
The Moody Blues,
Scion,
Rotary Connection,
OOIOO,
Derrick May,
CMW,
The Modern Lovers,
EPMD,
Rakim,
Angry Samoans,
Mars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rufus Thomas,
Schoolly D,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Gang Dance,
Patti Smith,
Barrington Levy,
Barry Ungar,
Marine Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ralphi Rosario,
DJ Sneak,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Byron Stingily,
The Sound,
World's Most,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Walker Brothers,
LL Cool J,
cv313,
Malaria!,
Deakin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bizarre Inc.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Juan Atkins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
U.S. Maple,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Outsiders,
K-Klass,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Colin Newman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ossler,
Slave,
The Grass Roots,
The Happenings,
Amon Düül,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Funkadelic,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.