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 Sudan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Adolescents to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kas Product,
the Association,
Iggy Pop,
The Evens,
Hardrive,
DJ Sneak,
Icehouse,
Ten City,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bill Near,
Rapeman,
Warsaw,
Barrington Levy,
Camouflage,
Prince Buster,
Harmonia,
Lower 48,
The Toasters,
The Red Krayola,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alison Limerick,
K-Klass,
Ohio Players,
Sparks,
Kayak,
Byron Stingily,
The Doors,
Roger Hodgson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dirtbombs,
Matthew Bourne,
Make Up,
The Star Department,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Subhumans,
Siglo XX,
Television,
The Knickerbockers,
Marmalade,
Simply Red,
Judy Mowatt,
Y Pants,
John Lydon,
Funkadelic,
Charles Mingus,
Nils Olav,
Dual Sessions,
Idris Muhammad,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amon Düül,
Alice Coltrane,
China Crisis,
Eve St. Jones,
Dennis Brown,
Susan Cadogan,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.