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 Jordan and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 World's Most to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Eli Mardock,
The Slits,
Pierre Henry,
David McCallum,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sam Rivers,
Jacques Brel,
Depeche Mode,
Flash Fearless,
June of 44,
D'Angelo,
Blossom Toes,
The Mojo Men,
Roxette,
Man Parrish,
the Germs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
The Skatalites,
Bill Near,
EPMD,
Jacob Miller,
The Fire Engines,
Frankie Knuckles,
Janne Schatter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Newcleus,
Infiniti,
Camberwell Now,
Subhumans,
The Standells,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deakin,
Gang Green,
Siglo XX,
Moebius,
Loose Ends,
Radiohead,
The Victims,
Prince Buster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eurythmics,
Faraquet,
The Count Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sugar Minott,
The Black Dice,
Pantaleimon,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fall,
Kurtis Blow,
Bill Wells,
Harpers Bizarre,
Toni Rubio,
KRS-One,
Hasil Adkins,
Slick Rick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bad Manners,
The Real Kids,
Pere Ubu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.