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 Taiwan and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Skatalites to the jazz 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stereo Dub,
Lakeside,
H. Thieme,
the Human League,
Minny Pops,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Lydon,
The American Breed,
The Saints,
The Black Dice,
Max Romeo,
Fat Boys,
Darondo,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Tremeloes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Unwound,
Dave Gahan,
Quando Quango,
JFA,
Absolute Body Control,
Fad Gadget,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dave Clark Five,
Slave,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Sherman,
Crooked Eye,
Agitation Free,
World's Most,
The Walker Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter & Gordon,
Cecil Taylor,
Zapp,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lightning Bolt,
Andrew Hill,
AZ,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Underground Resistance,
Donny Hathaway,
Tommy Roe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sällskapet,
Robert Hood,
The Divine Comedy,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Womack,
Traffic Nightmare,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Patti Smith,
Sun City Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Section 25,
June of 44,
John Coltrane,
Wally Richardson,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.