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 Togo and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 48th St. Collective to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yellowson,
Cybotron,
CMW,
Pantaleimon,
Arcadia,
The Seeds,
Absolute Body Control,
Fat Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stockholm Monsters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roxette,
Eric Dolphy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gabor Szabo,
Icehouse,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aural Exciters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minutemen,
F. McDonald,
Skriet,
The Techniques,
Harmonia,
Lucky Dragons,
Thee Headcoats,
John Lydon,
Can,
Amon Düül II,
Dave Gahan,
The Trojans,
Scott Walker,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Green,
Robert Hood,
Deadbeat,
Crash Course in Science,
Index,
Brothers Johnson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Byrd,
Jerry's Kids,
Eddi Front,
The Stooges,
EPMD,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brand Nubian,
Simply Red,
the Soft Cell,
Yaz,
Pylon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scrapy,
Steve Hackett,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.