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 Latvia and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wings to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Blancmange,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Magma,
Pere Ubu,
Bluetip,
FM Einheit,
Fela Kuti,
Gichy Dan,
Arthur Verocai,
Eddi Front,
Cal Tjader,
Jacques Brel,
Rekid,
Sonic Youth,
Neil Young,
June of 44,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Underground Resistance,
Wings,
Aloha Tigers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barrington Levy,
The Techniques,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tres Demented,
Adolescents,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oblivians,
Bootsy Collins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rakim,
H. Thieme,
The Human League,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Womack,
Rotary Connection,
The Mighty Diamonds,
K-Klass,
Gang of Four,
Tommy Roe,
LL Cool J,
The Raincoats,
Au Pairs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gabor Szabo,
Severed Heads,
Vainqueur,
The Doors,
Bang On A Can,
The Searchers,
Ornette Coleman,
Franke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Carl Craig,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Selecter,
Scion,
Sex Pistols,
Drexciya,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.