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 Andorra and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Eddi Front to the funk 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Outsiders,
Black Flag,
the Sonics,
Scratch Acid,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Suburban Knight,
Wings,
Joe Finger,
Fad Gadget,
Eddi Front,
Juan Atkins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moss Icon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Seeds,
Soft Cell,
Hardrive,
Symarip,
Bill Wells,
Steve Hackett,
The Motions,
Tim Buckley,
Andrew Hill,
The Buckinghams,
Eurythmics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Charles Mingus,
the Soft Cell,
a-ha,
Erasure,
Parry Music,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Green,
The Tremeloes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fugazi,
Maleditus Sound,
Von Mondo,
Nils Olav,
Lindisfarne,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sam Rivers,
Adolescents,
The Leaves,
The Golliwogs,
The Smoke,
Tom Boy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Junior Murvin,
One Last Wish,
Brothers Johnson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Severed Heads,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.