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 Philippines and from Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bronski Beat to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeff Mills,
Brick,
Johnny Osbourne,
MDC,
The Tremeloes,
The Move,
ABBA,
Livin' Joy,
the Human League,
EPMD,
Skriet,
Dual Sessions,
Television Personalities,
Bush Tetras,
Bronski Beat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Visage,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sarah Menescal,
Bob Dylan,
Marine Girls,
Deadbeat,
Todd Terry,
Derrick May,
Cluster,
The Litter,
Anakelly,
Scrapy,
Sound Behaviour,
Reuben Wilson,
T.S.O.L.,
Warsaw,
Pylon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vainqueur,
Lyres,
The Gories,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Golliwogs,
Television,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Michelle Simonal,
Urselle,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Qualms,
The Sonics,
The Divine Comedy,
Gong,
Sällskapet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deepchord,
Au Pairs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Youth Brigade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Maurizio,
Rod Modell,
Unwound,
The Star Department,
Stetsasonic,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.