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 Belgium and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 Pole to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Fluxion,
Bush Tetras,
Andrew Hill,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Al Stewart,
Marcia Griffiths,
Laurel Aitken,
Marine Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Intrusion,
The Stooges,
Jimmy McGriff,
Saccharine Trust,
China Crisis,
The Victims,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Desert Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Von Mondo,
Pagans,
Bad Manners,
Jeff Mills,
Little Man,
EPMD,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alice Coltrane,
The Blues Magoos,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Standells,
The Offenders,
Brick,
The Invisible,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barrington Levy,
Crash Course in Science,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eli Mardock,
Ken Boothe,
the Association,
Sugar Minott,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ornette Coleman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Foxx,
X-102,
Don Cherry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rites of Spring,
10cc,
Angry Samoans,
Roxette,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boredoms,
Accadde A,
Nas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.