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 Columbus.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Bill Wells to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Alphaville,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Hood,
Stetsasonic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Donny Hathaway,
Cecil Taylor,
Porter Ricks,
Isaac Hayes,
Organ,
Charles Mingus,
The Techniques,
Loose Ends,
The Divine Comedy,
Idris Muhammad,
Harry Pussy,
Das Ding,
Dead Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Crooked Eye,
The Blackbyrds,
Soul II Soul,
The Doobie Brothers,
Essential Logic,
Rosa Yemen,
Delta 5,
Roxette,
CMW,
the Bar-Kays,
The Searchers,
Schoolly D,
Minny Pops,
Archie Shepp,
Black Sheep,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tim Buckley,
cv313,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yellowson,
The Gun Club,
DJ Sneak,
F. McDonald,
Kurtis Blow,
David McCallum,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neil Young,
Surgeon,
John Coltrane,
Saccharine Trust,
Soft Machine,
Josef K,
Todd Terry,
Harmonia,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Martian,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kool Moe Dee,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.