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 Serbia and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 Easy Going to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Junior Murvin,
Deakin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ronnie Foster,
Deepchord,
The J.B.'s,
Thompson Twins,
Judy Mowatt,
Magma,
Quadrant,
Panda Bear,
Nik Kershaw,
Steve Hackett,
Rhythm & Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Gabor Szabo,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Lydon,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Sonics,
Minny Pops,
The Evens,
Grandmaster Flash,
Faraquet,
Deadbeat,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fall,
Half Japanese,
Slick Rick,
Dark Day,
Scientists,
Nils Olav,
The Mojo Men,
Ice-T,
the Association,
Michelle Simonal,
Tropical Tobacco,
DNA,
Derrick Morgan,
Popol Vuh,
Supertramp,
The Moleskins,
The Moody Blues,
The Human League,
Con Funk Shun,
Funkadelic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sparks,
Charles Mingus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Guru Guru,
Moss Icon,
Grauzone,
Anthony Braxton,
JFA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-101,
Terry Callier,
The Monks,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.