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 Azerbaijan and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the grime 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Janne Schatter,
Liliput,
Public Enemy,
Y Pants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rod Modell,
Junior Murvin,
Model 500,
Prince Buster,
Pierre Henry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tim Buckley,
The Real Kids,
The Cure,
Main Source,
Crime,
The Five Americans,
Saccharine Trust,
The Remains,
Masters at Work,
Iggy Pop,
the Slits,
Rotary Connection,
Lyres,
China Crisis,
Eli Mardock,
Juan Atkins,
Gang of Four,
U.S. Maple,
The Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Leonard Cohen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harmonia,
John Coltrane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Q65,
The Martian,
Alison Limerick,
The Index,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Durutti Column,
Patti Smith,
Brass Construction,
the Soft Cell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Negative Approach,
Ken Boothe,
Boredoms,
Brand Nubian,
Franke,
Glenn Branca,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ronan,
10cc,
The Pop Group,
Andrew Hill,
Archie Shepp,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.