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 Macedonia and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Holt to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ken Boothe,
Toni Rubio,
Brass Construction,
Ossler,
Mission of Burma,
the Germs,
DJ Style,
Rites of Spring,
F. McDonald,
Eden Ahbez,
Sonic Youth,
The Birthday Party,
Soul II Soul,
Tears for Fears,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pole,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Tremeloes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Junior Murvin,
Joe Smooth,
Joe Finger,
Amazonics,
The Angels of Light,
Bob Dylan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Moon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Erasure,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Khruangbin,
The Blackbyrds,
Vainqueur,
The Toasters,
James White and The Blacks,
LL Cool J,
Pere Ubu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Charles Mingus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Human League,
The Velvet Underground,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nick Fraelich,
Guru Guru,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Görl,
The Evens,
Chrome,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eli Mardock,
Mo-Dettes,
Sam Rivers,
Alton Ellis,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.