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 Senegal and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin 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 Eddi Front to the electroclash 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Bill Near,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Count Five,
Lakeside,
The Pop Group,
Lucky Dragons,
Goldenarms,
Connie Case,
Bob Dylan,
10cc,
Prince Buster,
Letta Mbulu,
Cal Tjader,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flash Fearless,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mojo Men,
the Bar-Kays,
Panda Bear,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jacques Brel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Swans,
Inner City,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alphaville,
Rhythm & Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Mr. Review,
The Litter,
Sound Behaviour,
Moebius,
The Invisible,
Q65,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed,
Ornette Coleman,
Magma,
Kevin Saunderson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Slave,
Sun City Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Doors,
Nik Kershaw,
Technova,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Happenings,
Agitation Free,
Vladislav Delay,
Monks,
Erasure,
Ronan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.