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 Madagascar and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Names to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Nirvana,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Slackers,
Sugar Minott,
Half Japanese,
Judy Mowatt,
Derrick Morgan,
Sällskapet,
Soul II Soul,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dawn Penn,
The Happenings,
The Fire Engines,
The Dirtbombs,
The Offenders,
June of 44,
Isaac Hayes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Malaria!,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kevin Saunderson,
Interpol,
Masters at Work,
The Mummies,
Crispian St. Peters,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Görl,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Knickerbockers,
Eve St. Jones,
DNA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
EPMD,
Fear,
Harry Pussy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quando Quango,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cowsills,
Pantytec,
The Durutti Column,
Kenny Larkin,
Quadrant,
Underground Resistance,
Howard Jones,
Sex Pistols,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Birthday Party,
The Zeros,
Marine Girls,
Tom Boy,
Charles Mingus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joensuu 1685,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Royal Trux,
The Standells,
Minutemen,
Technova,
Arthur Verocai,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.