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 Samoa and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
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 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 Michael McDonald 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 Amon Düül to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Blancmange,
AZ,
Yazoo,
Hot Snakes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mary Jane Girls,
Carl Craig,
Lou Christie,
Radiohead,
Prince Buster,
Eden Ahbez,
Graham Central Station,
Ponytail,
K-Klass,
Ituana,
The Selecter,
Altered Images,
Amon Düül II,
The Names,
Rotary Connection,
Morten Harket,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Human League,
Man Parrish,
Icehouse,
Hardrive,
Scrapy,
David Axelrod,
ABBA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roy Ayers,
Das Ding,
Can,
The Durutti Column,
The Standells,
Joe Finger,
Chris Corsano,
Bauhaus,
Connie Case,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
OOIOO,
Subhumans,
Tears for Fears,
H. Thieme,
Quadrant,
The Slits,
Bill Wells,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric Dolphy,
China Crisis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Agent Orange,
Underground Resistance,
Amazonics,
Black Flag,
Metal Thangz,
The Real Kids,
Nirvana,
Pole,
Scion,
Heaven 17,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.