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 Solomon Islands and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Duran Duran to the disco 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Rapeman,
Radiohead,
Bobby Byrd,
Loose Ends,
Colin Newman,
Agitation Free,
Barry Ungar,
John Cale,
Ossler,
Joey Negro,
Deakin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kerri Chandler,
Arthur Verocai,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Human League,
Glenn Branca,
The Red Krayola,
Barbara Tucker,
Johnny Osbourne,
Excepter,
Black Moon,
MC5,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cameo,
Lalann,
Amazonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Graham Central Station,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Monolake,
Agent Orange,
F. McDonald,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Toasters,
the Association,
Pantytec,
Angry Samoans,
Masters at Work,
The Smoke,
Deepchord,
The Electric Prunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David Axelrod,
Scott Walker,
Flamin' Groovies,
In Retrospect,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nico,
Moby Grape,
Isaac Hayes,
Anthony Braxton,
Silicon Teens,
Roxette,
Neu!,
John Foxx,
Quantec,
Tim Buckley,
Rotary Connection,
The Mojo Men,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.