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 Taiwan and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 Sarah Menescal to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Standells,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Black Dice,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Donny Hathaway,
PIL,
The Young Rascals,
Rufus Thomas,
Sixth Finger,
Joe Finger,
Prince Buster,
Mary Jane Girls,
Television,
Skarface,
Zapp,
Stereo Dub,
Theoretical Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Panda Bear,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lower 48,
Public Image Ltd.,
Severed Heads,
Dark Day,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Visage,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bob Dylan,
Bill Near,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fatback Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ronan,
Duran Duran,
Lou Christie,
Bill Wells,
Arthur Verocai,
Hoover,
The Sound,
The Doors,
Ohio Players,
Sound Behaviour,
Kas Product,
Ornette Coleman,
The American Breed,
Ken Boothe,
Godley & Creme,
Tomorrow,
The Selecter,
K-Klass,
Mission of Burma,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Half Japanese,
Jandek,
Zero Boys,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.