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 Cape Verde and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 Zero Boys to the grime 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quando Quango,
Zero Boys,
Joey Negro,
Tommy Roe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Excepter,
the Germs,
The Seeds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sonic Youth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Public Enemy,
F. McDonald,
Bang On A Can,
Todd Terry,
Lou Christie,
Angry Samoans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Anthony Braxton,
The Zeros,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cluster,
Buzzcocks,
Gang of Four,
Mantronix,
Fluxion,
X-101,
Hardrive,
The Offenders,
Au Pairs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Carl Craig,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Q and Not U,
Niagra,
Infiniti,
Sound Behaviour,
Motorama,
Amon Düül,
Eve St. Jones,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Supertramp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aloha Tigers,
Dave Gahan,
Pere Ubu,
Mars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Move,
Bauhaus,
Average White Band,
The Smiths,
Tim Buckley,
Rod Modell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.