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 Lebanon and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Fad Gadget,
Loose Ends,
Bad Manners,
This Heat,
Metal Thangz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Evens,
New Age Steppers,
Joy Division,
Neil Young,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tomorrow,
Chris & Cosey,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soft Cell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Shoche,
Nirvana,
Yazoo,
Quadrant,
Dual Sessions,
Drexciya,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Masters at Work,
Cecil Taylor,
Ponytail,
Brothers Johnson,
Nik Kershaw,
Crash Course in Science,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Talk Talk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Flag,
Funkadelic,
Con Funk Shun,
John Holt,
Arab on Radar,
Technova,
Camouflage,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Symarip,
Charles Mingus,
Roxette,
Ten City,
The J.B.'s,
The Names,
Frankie Knuckles,
Warsaw,
Blancmange,
The Tremeloes,
The Pop Group,
Suicide,
Ralphi Rosario,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Colin Newman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.