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 Uruguay and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
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 harpsichord 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 Johnny Osbourne to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Junior Murvin,
Altered Images,
the Fania All-Stars,
Shoche,
T. Rex,
Al Stewart,
Ash Ra Tempel,
F. McDonald,
Tim Buckley,
Johnny Clarke,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Grass Roots,
Chris Corsano,
A Certain Ratio,
Heaven 17,
John Holt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cameo,
Camouflage,
The Mummies,
Charles Mingus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bob Dylan,
Crash Course in Science,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Country Teasers,
Tears for Fears,
The Detroit Cobras,
Faraquet,
John Lydon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New Order,
The Velvet Underground,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Leaves,
Rotary Connection,
Eve St. Jones,
Royal Trux,
the Swans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Livin' Joy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soft Machine,
Funkadelic,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Star Department,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Real Kids,
The Wake,
Supertramp,
Y Pants,
Monolake,
Rites of Spring,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Smiths,
Laurel Aitken,
Fatback Band,
Little Man,
Mark Hollis,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.