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 Uruguay and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 Kaleidoscope to the electroclash 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Juan Atkins,
Model 500,
Byron Stingily,
Thompson Twins,
Kerri Chandler,
Roxy Music,
The Young Rascals,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rites of Spring,
Subhumans,
The Fuzztones,
Al Stewart,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mojo Men,
Con Funk Shun,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wolf Eyes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Icehouse,
Erasure,
Gang of Four,
The Mummies,
Dennis Brown,
Scott Walker,
Niagra,
The Count Five,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eli Mardock,
X-102,
Saccharine Trust,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DNA,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fugazi,
Pagans,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Popol Vuh,
The Move,
Country Teasers,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Womack,
Nik Kershaw,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Agent Orange,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Bananas,
AZ,
Kaleidoscope,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Starr,
The Red Krayola,
The Cowsills,
Ultra Naté,
Cameo,
Dual Sessions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Five Americans,
Jacques Brel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.