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 Pakistan and from London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Babytalk to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Country Teasers,
Davy DMX,
The Blues Magoos,
Joey Negro,
Wire,
Michelle Simonal,
Rakim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Warsaw,
The Motions,
The Busters,
Angry Samoans,
Bluetip,
Sparks,
Arcadia,
Babytalk,
Donald Byrd,
The Dead C,
Andrew Hill,
The Electric Prunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radio Birdman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mad Mike,
Vainqueur,
Anthony Braxton,
Goldenarms,
David McCallum,
DNA,
The Young Rascals,
Roxette,
Wasted Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hardrive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Porter Ricks,
Derrick May,
Amon Düül II,
The Durutti Column,
Malaria!,
B.T. Express,
Bad Manners,
Grauzone,
JFA,
the Bar-Kays,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bronski Beat,
Althea and Donna,
Sandy B,
John Coltrane,
The Wake,
Lalann,
Das Ding,
The Mojo Men,
F. McDonald,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gap Band,
Essential Logic,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.