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 Malawi and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Stooges,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun City Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Eddi Front,
Glenn Branca,
The Gun Club,
Adolescents,
Sixth Finger,
Scion,
Eden Ahbez,
Joensuu 1685,
The Associates,
Tommy Roe,
Fad Gadget,
The Buckinghams,
Tears for Fears,
A Flock of Seagulls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cluster,
Cecil Taylor,
These Immortal Souls,
Monolake,
Kevin Saunderson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
OOIOO,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cowsills,
Organ,
Ken Boothe,
Lucky Dragons,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Moleskins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cramps,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ornette Coleman,
Monks,
Pulsallama,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Seeds,
Rites of Spring,
H. Thieme,
Matthew Halsall,
ABC,
Lalo Schifrin,
June of 44,
Harry Pussy,
the Normal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Walker Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
Camouflage,
Intrusion,
AZ,
Slave,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.