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 Nepal and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Wings,
Gang of Four,
Heaven 17,
Ituana,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Electric Prunes,
Sixth Finger,
the Bar-Kays,
Country Teasers,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mojo Men,
The Doors,
Soft Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Zapp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun City Girls,
The Gladiators,
Scion,
Shoche,
Boz Scaggs,
The Walker Brothers,
The Index,
Jacob Miller,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mummies,
Bobby Byrd,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bauhaus,
Thompson Twins,
Cymande,
Youth Brigade,
Hashim,
Jacques Brel,
New Order,
F. McDonald,
Scientists,
Clear Light,
Niagra,
The Evens,
E-Dancer,
Underground Resistance,
Grey Daturas,
Joe Smooth,
Anakelly,
Susan Cadogan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun Ra,
Aural Exciters,
The Velvet Underground,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Suburban Knight,
Rufus Thomas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pylon,
Slick Rick,
Popol Vuh,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric Copeland,
Roxette,
Nils Olav,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.