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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Calgary.
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 Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jerry's Kids to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Big Daddy Kane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Simply Red,
The Seeds,
The Smiths,
Fad Gadget,
DJ Style,
Gang of Four,
The Move,
Roger Hodgson,
The Smoke,
Dennis Brown,
Susan Cadogan,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fire Engines,
Franke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ossler,
Freddie Wadling,
Quadrant,
Chris & Cosey,
Joensuu 1685,
Bronski Beat,
Todd Terry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blossom Toes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Interpol,
Smog,
Nas,
Faust,
Roxette,
X-101,
B.T. Express,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yazoo,
Byron Stingily,
Eddi Front,
Porter Ricks,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mantronix,
Amon Düül II,
Symarip,
Derrick May,
Rufus Thomas,
The Pretty Things,
The Techniques,
Radiopuhelimet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cure,
Cecil Taylor,
The Beau Brummels,
Barbara Tucker,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.