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 San Marino and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the disco 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Japan,
Todd Terry,
Anakelly,
Schoolly D,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Surgeon,
DNA,
The Fortunes,
Deepchord,
Carl Craig,
Matthew Bourne,
This Heat,
The Motions,
Lightning Bolt,
A Certain Ratio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Victims,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Cale,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
E-Dancer,
Grauzone,
Harpers Bizarre,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Maleditus Sound,
Skarface,
Derrick May,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dorothy Ashby,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brand Nubian,
The Golliwogs,
Agent Orange,
Minny Pops,
The Searchers,
Joensuu 1685,
Bad Manners,
Porter Ricks,
Sarah Menescal,
the Fania All-Stars,
Warren Ellis,
Wings,
Soul II Soul,
Skaos,
Barbara Tucker,
Josef K,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric B and Rakim,
Das Ding,
Glenn Branca,
Con Funk Shun,
Ken Boothe,
Black Bananas,
Slave,
Ornette Coleman,
MDC,
Sound Behaviour,
June Days,
Eddi Front,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.