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 Togo and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 Massinfluence to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Black Flag,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Blackbyrds,
Derrick May,
David Axelrod,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Interpol,
Thee Headcoats,
Massinfluence,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Supertramp,
Groovy Waters,
Deadbeat,
Adolescents,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Icehouse,
Pole,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marvin Gaye,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bush Tetras,
Outsiders,
Country Teasers,
Cal Tjader,
Rakim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Monolake,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
T. Rex,
PIL,
The Saints,
Soul Sonic Force,
Freddie Wadling,
Jerry's Kids,
Fear,
The Human League,
Davy DMX,
the Bar-Kays,
Quadrant,
Jacques Brel,
Rapeman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
MC5,
The American Breed,
Max Romeo,
The Cowsills,
ABBA,
Radio Birdman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Faust,
Lightning Bolt,
June of 44,
Essential Logic,
Echospace,
Aswad,
Guru Guru,
Schoolly D,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Durutti Column,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.