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 El Salvador and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Heaven 17,
Basic Channel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Pus,
Patti Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mark Hollis,
The Gladiators,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mojo Men,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nick Fraelich,
KRS-One,
Pagans,
Eric Copeland,
Public Enemy,
Roxy Music,
Sarah Menescal,
Isaac Hayes,
The Dead C,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scott Walker,
Matthew Halsall,
Can,
The Walker Brothers,
Hoover,
Neil Young,
OOIOO,
the Association,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Motorama,
Roxette,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Vogues,
Hashim,
Fluxion,
Ice-T,
Crooked Eye,
Cheater Slicks,
Das Ding,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
K-Klass,
Brick,
Carl Craig,
Charles Mingus,
The Offenders,
Lalann,
Underground Resistance,
Peter & Gordon,
Andrew Hill,
Ohio Players,
Rekid,
DJ Style,
Juan Atkins,
The Zeros,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Surgeon,
Joey Negro,
Tres Demented,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wire,
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.