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 Laos and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 MDC to the punk 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
John Coltrane,
Aaron Thompson,
Liliput,
Blossom Toes,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mummies,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Warsaw,
The Zeros,
Adolescents,
Camouflage,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Faraquet,
Grauzone,
Beasts of Bourbon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sällskapet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sandy B,
The Neon Judgement,
The Saints,
Con Funk Shun,
Ludus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hasil Adkins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
In Retrospect,
Underground Resistance,
World's Most,
Echospace,
Symarip,
E-Dancer,
Thompson Twins,
Simply Red,
Ultra Naté,
Arcadia,
KRS-One,
Pharoah Sanders,
Japan,
Joey Negro,
Glenn Branca,
Eve St. Jones,
The Slits,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cramps,
Ten City,
PIL,
Cluster,
These Immortal Souls,
The Smoke,
Funky Four + One,
Blancmange,
Joy Division,
Curtis Mayfield,
AZ,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Malaria!,
Minny Pops,
David Bowie,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.