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 Tajikistan and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Country Teasers 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Joe Finger,
Thompson Twins,
EPMD,
Model 500,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Human League,
Matthew Bourne,
Mission of Burma,
Y Pants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scientists,
The Cramps,
Junior Murvin,
The Sound,
The Zeros,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joyce Sims,
Brand Nubian,
Scan 7,
The Stooges,
The Leaves,
Electric Prunes,
Dark Day,
Ultravox,
L. Decosne,
Chris & Cosey,
Moss Icon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Green,
Marvin Gaye,
Erasure,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Trojans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jesper Dahlback,
New Age Steppers,
Section 25,
Minny Pops,
Rites of Spring,
Sun City Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The United States of America,
Fad Gadget,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Judy Mowatt,
Lightning Bolt,
U.S. Maple,
Circle Jerks,
Eden Ahbez,
Nils Olav,
Hasil Adkins,
Schoolly D,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Holt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mummies,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.