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 Poland and from Lagos.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the crunk 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Talk Talk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Essential Logic,
Pantytec,
Oneida,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Y Pants,
Stockholm Monsters,
Max Romeo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joyce Sims,
Pussy Galore,
Leonard Cohen,
Rosa Yemen,
Supertramp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roxette,
Sällskapet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Symarip,
Johnny Osbourne,
Archie Shepp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Sherman,
Rotary Connection,
Television Personalities,
The Misunderstood,
Glenn Branca,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Groovy Waters,
China Crisis,
Mad Mike,
The Count Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Leaves,
The Cure,
Gerry Rafferty,
Prince Buster,
Drexciya,
Jawbox,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Blancmange,
Matthew Bourne,
Crooked Eye,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Germs,
Trumans Water,
Young Marble Giants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Selecter,
Dark Day,
These Immortal Souls,
Kaleidoscope,
Pantaleimon,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.