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 Brazil and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
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 Holger Czukay 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 Fuzztones to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Residents,
Nils Olav,
June Days,
The Buckinghams,
Shuggie Otis,
Arthur Verocai,
Quadrant,
The Offenders,
Erykah Badu,
Steve Hackett,
Model 500,
EPMD,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Evens,
Althea and Donna,
Can,
The Dirtbombs,
Pole,
Infiniti,
The Saints,
Cybotron,
New York Dolls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultravox,
Electric Prunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Warsaw,
The Velvet Underground,
the Slits,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Slits,
48th St. Collective,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
One Last Wish,
Patti Smith,
Roy Ayers,
Black Flag,
These Immortal Souls,
the Germs,
Funkadelic,
The Vogues,
Minutemen,
Chris Corsano,
Slick Rick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Walker Brothers,
The Names,
Sun Ra,
Hoover,
The United States of America,
Albert Ayler,
Nas,
Lungfish,
Carl Craig,
The Shadows of Knight,
Porter Ricks,
Brass Construction,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.