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 the UAE and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 Max Romeo to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Depeche Mode,
Skaos,
The Happenings,
The Techniques,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gerry Rafferty,
Cymande,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cybotron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Banda Bassotti,
Funky Four + One,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quadrant,
Essential Logic,
Au Pairs,
Amon Düül,
China Crisis,
The Five Americans,
Harry Pussy,
Fad Gadget,
Little Man,
Nick Fraelich,
Alison Limerick,
Simply Red,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wally Richardson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Count Five,
the Sonics,
Todd Terry,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dead C,
Stetsasonic,
X-101,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Electric Prunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Godley & Creme,
Ohio Players,
Electric Prunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ronan,
Yaz,
Hoover,
Idris Muhammad,
Aural Exciters,
Ornette Coleman,
Index,
the Normal,
Scion,
The Leaves,
Unwound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Misunderstood,
The Black Dice,
Qualms,
The Blues Magoos,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.