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 Italy and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Lou Reed to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
The Grass Roots,
Mo-Dettes,
Country Teasers,
Bauhaus,
The Fall,
Charles Mingus,
The Kinks,
MC5,
Youth Brigade,
The Vogues,
Sexual Harrassment,
Angry Samoans,
Young Marble Giants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crash Course in Science,
Fugazi,
Scott Walker,
Dawn Penn,
The Gun Club,
The Walker Brothers,
Rapeman,
Make Up,
Cheater Slicks,
Ronnie Foster,
Sex Pistols,
Mad Mike,
David McCallum,
The Standells,
Soft Machine,
The Stooges,
Simply Red,
Chris Corsano,
the Swans,
Rites of Spring,
Tears for Fears,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dennis Brown,
D'Angelo,
Barry Ungar,
Lindisfarne,
10cc,
Amon Düül,
Y Pants,
Janne Schatter,
Mandrill,
Kaleidoscope,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fatback Band,
The Toasters,
The Associates,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Johnny Clarke,
Sparks,
Steve Hackett,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crooked Eye,
The Remains,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.