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 Mauritius and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 David Bowie 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 The Wake to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
The Divine Comedy,
Pulsallama,
Mr. Review,
The Fall,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Pretty Things,
Kerri Chandler,
Dead Boys,
The Barracudas,
The Moody Blues,
Rufus Thomas,
Dawn Penn,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cal Tjader,
Don Cherry,
Colin Newman,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Alarm Clocks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bizarre Inc.,
kango's stein massive,
the Normal,
Alton Ellis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Subhumans,
Adolescents,
Crime,
Black Flag,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hoover,
Minor Threat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brand Nubian,
Marvin Gaye,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeff Lynne,
The Golliwogs,
Brass Construction,
Smog,
David Axelrod,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dorothy Ashby,
Isaac Hayes,
Josef K,
48th St. Collective,
Oblivians,
Suicide,
Traffic Nightmare,
Model 500,
Todd Rundgren,
Marc Almond,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sällskapet,
Morten Harket,
Chris & Cosey,
Quando Quango,
The Busters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.