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 Serbia and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 CMW to the jazz 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fat Boys,
Underground Resistance,
a-ha,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jandek,
Bill Near,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Womack,
Neil Young,
DJ Sneak,
Adolescents,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gap Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Visage,
The Associates,
Howard Jones,
The Star Department,
Arab on Radar,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nation of Ulysses,
Q and Not U,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tres Demented,
David Bowie,
The Fortunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sällskapet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marc Almond,
Urselle,
Todd Terry,
Iggy Pop,
Scratch Acid,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Henry Cow,
Colin Newman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sugar Minott,
Soul II Soul,
Von Mondo,
Ultra Naté,
Scion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Unrelated Segments,
Easy Going,
Tom Boy,
The Real Kids,
The Human League,
Letta Mbulu,
Simply Red,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
Rosa Yemen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Niagra,
Sex Pistols,
Dave Gahan,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.