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 New Zealand and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Delon & Dalcan to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Real Kids,
Liliput,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Television,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amon Düül,
E-Dancer,
Khruangbin,
Zero Boys,
Cameo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boz Scaggs,
Symarip,
The American Breed,
Rod Modell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Visage,
Essential Logic,
Second Layer,
Dual Sessions,
Flash Fearless,
Massinfluence,
Television Personalities,
Public Image Ltd.,
DJ Style,
Livin' Joy,
Youth Brigade,
The Fuzztones,
The Index,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Archie Shepp,
Wings,
Bootsy Collins,
Colin Newman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brand Nubian,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Babytalk,
The Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
Darondo,
Amon Düül II,
David McCallum,
The Modern Lovers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flipper,
Don Cherry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
U.S. Maple,
Electric Prunes,
Pere Ubu,
Vainqueur,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Searchers,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.