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 Czech Republic and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Robert Görl to the grime 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric Copeland,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neil Young,
Ponytail,
Moby Grape,
Slick Rick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moebius,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crispy Ambulance,
Average White Band,
Scrapy,
Scott Walker,
The Real Kids,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed,
Q and Not U,
The Slackers,
Drexciya,
Sandy B,
Camberwell Now,
Silicon Teens,
Thee Headcoats,
Siglo XX,
Ossler,
The Standells,
Loose Ends,
Das Ding,
Dorothy Ashby,
AZ,
The Barracudas,
Monolake,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Sherman,
Funky Four + One,
Boredoms,
K-Klass,
Roy Ayers,
La Düsseldorf,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Count Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Marc Almond,
John Lydon,
Scion,
Urselle,
The Golliwogs,
Ice-T,
Electric Prunes,
Arcadia,
Motorama,
Mr. Review,
Black Moon,
Scientists,
The Star Department,
Swell Maps,
Peter & Gordon,
Adolescents,
Bobby Byrd,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.