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 Spain and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Alton Ellis to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barry Ungar,
The Martian,
Amon Düül,
Con Funk Shun,
Echospace,
Zapp,
Siglo XX,
Nico,
Sister Nancy,
Davy DMX,
New Age Steppers,
the Swans,
a-ha,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Byron Stingily,
Procol Harum,
The Durutti Column,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Music Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skarface,
The Names,
The Five Americans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Litter,
Juan Atkins,
The Pop Group,
The Velvet Underground,
Archie Shepp,
Adolescents,
The Sonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Charles Mingus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Severed Heads,
T. Rex,
Gabor Szabo,
Negative Approach,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alice Coltrane,
Lower 48,
Max Romeo,
Eden Ahbez,
Maurizio,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Heaven 17,
The Fall,
Camouflage,
Delta 5,
Dual Sessions,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pantytec,
Gastr Del Sol,
FM Einheit,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.