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 Malaysia and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aaron Thompson,
Supertramp,
Erasure,
Animal Collective,
Black Flag,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Throbbing Gristle,
Zero Boys,
JFA,
Reagan Youth,
The Angels of Light,
Boredoms,
Yazoo,
X-102,
Barbara Tucker,
David Bowie,
The Five Americans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fortunes,
Visage,
Soul II Soul,
Black Bananas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dead Boys,
Ronan,
Marmalade,
Cybotron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Faraquet,
Rod Modell,
Sixth Finger,
The J.B.'s,
Heaven 17,
DJ Sneak,
The Associates,
Stereo Dub,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric B and Rakim,
Infiniti,
Traffic Nightmare,
ABBA,
Morten Harket,
John Lydon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Carl Craig,
Gang of Four,
Sun Ra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bluetip,
Gabor Szabo,
The Beau Brummels,
Sex Pistols,
The Electric Prunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minnie Riperton,
Steve Hackett,
Jeff Mills,
KRS-One,
Unrelated Segments,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.