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 Korea North 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 Underground Resistance to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Minor Threat,
Archie Shepp,
Make Up,
Rotary Connection,
Adolescents,
the Human League,
Excepter,
Drexciya,
Slick Rick,
Groovy Waters,
Peter and Kerry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Womack,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
R.M.O.,
Surgeon,
Bootsy Collins,
These Immortal Souls,
Jawbox,
Alison Limerick,
The Alarm Clocks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nico,
Sam Rivers,
David Axelrod,
Animal Collective,
Sun City Girls,
Ronan,
The J.B.'s,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-101,
Flash Fearless,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
Quando Quango,
The Dead C,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fatback Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Section 25,
Maurizio,
Procol Harum,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Move,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Leonard Cohen,
Sound Behaviour,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brand Nubian,
the Association,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.