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 Chile and from Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 Average White Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Tres Demented,
Urselle,
The Tremeloes,
Letta Mbulu,
Carl Craig,
Pantaleimon,
Yaz,
Mo-Dettes,
X-101,
Ken Boothe,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ossler,
The Gun Club,
the Bar-Kays,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stereo Dub,
Bizarre Inc.,
FM Einheit,
Howard Jones,
The Grass Roots,
Public Image Ltd.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dual Sessions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cowsills,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scan 7,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deepchord,
Can,
Kenny Larkin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Pop Group,
Banda Bassotti,
the Slits,
Q and Not U,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Animal Collective,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brand Nubian,
Throbbing Gristle,
EPMD,
Dark Day,
Oneida,
The Standells,
Simply Red,
Sex Pistols,
Goldenarms,
Radiohead,
Stiv Bators,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dave Gahan,
Darondo,
Arthur Verocai,
The Motions,
Black Bananas,
AZ,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.