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 Comoros 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Basic Channel,
The Fire Engines,
Severed Heads,
Bootsy Collins,
Animal Collective,
Con Funk Shun,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deepchord,
Arcadia,
Lungfish,
the Association,
Siglo XX,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Byrd,
Howard Jones,
Pierre Henry,
Brothers Johnson,
Eddi Front,
Nas,
Dennis Brown,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DJ Style,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cure,
The Sonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Wyatt,
Juan Atkins,
LL Cool J,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Techniques,
Q and Not U,
Bang On A Can,
Neil Young,
Derrick Morgan,
Nirvana,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brick,
Minny Pops,
The Victims,
Camberwell Now,
The Angels of Light,
Wire,
Matthew Halsall,
Davy DMX,
One Last Wish,
The Fall,
48th St. Collective,
Fela Kuti,
The Human League,
L. Decosne,
the Swans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Audionom,
Gichy Dan,
Kas Product,
Jesper Dahlback,
X-Ray Spex,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radiohead,
Tears for Fears,
H. Thieme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.