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 East Timor and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Animal Collective to the grime 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Harry Pussy,
10cc,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neil Young,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Icehouse,
Sandy B,
Bauhaus,
Livin' Joy,
The Sound,
Swell Maps,
Trumans Water,
Marine Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Niagra,
The Invisible,
Little Man,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minny Pops,
Mark Hollis,
Funkadelic,
Wire,
Grauzone,
The Smoke,
Smog,
Lalo Schifrin,
FM Einheit,
Wings,
Joey Negro,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Newcleus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gap Band,
The Moody Blues,
X-102,
Josef K,
Jawbox,
Amon Düül,
Rekid,
Pussy Galore,
Stetsasonic,
Cybotron,
Vladislav Delay,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fear,
Barbara Tucker,
The Smiths,
Alison Limerick,
Nico,
Piero Umiliani,
Silicon Teens,
The Red Krayola,
Joensuu 1685,
The Star Department,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cramps,
Archie Shepp,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.