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 Moldova 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fire Engines to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nik Kershaw,
Soulsonic Force,
Agent Orange,
Blancmange,
Grey Daturas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brand Nubian,
Livin' Joy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blake Baxter,
Man Parrish,
UT,
Amazonics,
Leonard Cohen,
Masters at Work,
the Normal,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
8 Eyed Spy,
Interpol,
The J.B.'s,
The Last Poets,
A Certain Ratio,
Juan Atkins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pulsallama,
The Knickerbockers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Moon,
Blossom Toes,
Metal Thangz,
Jandek,
The Busters,
Mars,
Second Layer,
Pylon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Electric Prunes,
Fugazi,
Tom Boy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Happenings,
Bizarre Inc.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Smog,
Grandmaster Flash,
Erasure,
Stiv Bators,
Marine Girls,
The Star Department,
Deepchord,
The Names,
Ornette Coleman,
Piero Umiliani,
Pharoah Sanders,
Von Mondo,
The Tremeloes,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.