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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scott Walker to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Guru Guru,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Flag,
Absolute Body Control,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pere Ubu,
the Bar-Kays,
Cameo,
Erykah Badu,
The Smoke,
Camouflage,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Archie Shepp,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Y Pants,
John Holt,
Fear,
Ohio Players,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Electric Prunes,
Nico,
kango's stein massive,
Mr. Review,
The Evens,
Das Ding,
Delon & Dalcan,
Buzzcocks,
Babytalk,
Marine Girls,
Patti Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aswad,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fuzztones,
Blake Baxter,
Bauhaus,
Nas,
Bill Wells,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Massinfluence,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare,
the Soft Cell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dennis Brown,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric Dolphy,
The Techniques,
The Busters,
Fugazi,
Yaz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rosa Yemen,
The Zeros,
Oneida,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.