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 Korea South and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Sight & Sound to the jazz 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a chamberlin and a rhodes 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 rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Amon Düül,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Soft Cell,
Sarah Menescal,
Ohio Players,
The Kinks,
Second Layer,
Electric Prunes,
Mandrill,
Simply Red,
Yusef Lateef,
Depeche Mode,
Fat Boys,
Lalann,
Infiniti,
Colin Newman,
Sam Rivers,
Pantytec,
D'Angelo,
10cc,
The Music Machine,
Animal Collective,
Al Stewart,
Scott Walker,
Hardrive,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Count Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Pus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pere Ubu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Human League,
Albert Ayler,
The Walker Brothers,
Oneida,
The Real Kids,
The Fall,
The Doors,
Yellowson,
Cymande,
Matthew Bourne,
Arthur Verocai,
Television,
Audionom,
A Certain Ratio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fear,
Marvin Gaye,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Symarip,
The Smoke,
The Pop Group,
Dual Sessions,
Warsaw,
Black Flag,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Hood,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.