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 Mozambique and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jeru the Damaja to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Jeff Lynne,
The Barracudas,
Section 25,
Matthew Halsall,
Derrick Morgan,
The Moody Blues,
Susan Cadogan,
Alphaville,
JFA,
Alton Ellis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gichy Dan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joy Division,
Cal Tjader,
Marmalade,
Circle Jerks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mummies,
The Gun Club,
Sam Rivers,
Yaz,
Agent Orange,
Maurizio,
Alison Limerick,
Accadde A,
Bob Dylan,
Lightning Bolt,
Michelle Simonal,
the Bar-Kays,
10cc,
Godley & Creme,
Supertramp,
Clear Light,
The Fuzztones,
Nico,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cowsills,
Jeff Mills,
June of 44,
Model 500,
Nas,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Standells,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oblivians,
The Motions,
Animal Collective,
X-Ray Spex,
World's Most,
Joey Negro,
Ornette Coleman,
kango's stein massive,
Fat Boys,
Massinfluence,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Red Krayola,
Joyce Sims,
Lyres,
The Raincoats,
Scan 7,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.