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 Taiwan and from Beijing.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Groovy Waters 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Starr,
Mary Jane Girls,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Subhumans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sarah Menescal,
Minor Threat,
Reuben Wilson,
T. Rex,
the Association,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Move,
Pole,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Green,
Bronski Beat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ornette Coleman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sandy B,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Johnny Osbourne,
Section 25,
The Electric Prunes,
Skarface,
Warren Ellis,
Groovy Waters,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Bananas,
The American Breed,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marine Girls,
Malaria!,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hashim,
The Neon Judgement,
The Vogues,
Nirvana,
X-Ray Spex,
Bang On A Can,
Electric Prunes,
Average White Band,
Can,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New Order,
Harry Pussy,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Tremeloes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Byrd,
Main Source,
Fugazi,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.