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 Honduras and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gang of Four to the rap 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gladiators,
Anthony Braxton,
Accadde A,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
T.S.O.L.,
Khruangbin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barry Ungar,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Blues Magoos,
Harpers Bizarre,
Surgeon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Junior Murvin,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dirtbombs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Porter Ricks,
Soft Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultra Naté,
Faraquet,
Tears for Fears,
Tom Boy,
Sister Nancy,
CMW,
Sonny Sharrock,
Prince Buster,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sparks,
Hashim,
Quantec,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Litter,
Jerry's Kids,
The Young Rascals,
The Saints,
Swans,
Minutemen,
Outsiders,
The Pop Group,
Susan Cadogan,
Skarface,
The Associates,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Invisible,
Adolescents,
MC5,
Neil Young,
The Birthday Party,
The Smiths,
Oneida,
Ornette Coleman,
New Order,
Hoover,
Excepter,
Wings,
In Retrospect,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.