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 Niger and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Matthew Halsall to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Womack,
Slick Rick,
Godley & Creme,
Joensuu 1685,
Roxette,
Panda Bear,
Lightning Bolt,
Don Cherry,
Babytalk,
Kerri Chandler,
Underground Resistance,
Can,
The Motions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marc Almond,
Skriet,
The Associates,
Mad Mike,
Youth Brigade,
The United States of America,
Camberwell Now,
James White and The Blacks,
Hasil Adkins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sparks,
Nick Fraelich,
the Swans,
AZ,
Nico,
Livin' Joy,
FM Einheit,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Idris Muhammad,
Hardrive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gap Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Starr,
Joey Negro,
John Foxx,
A Flock of Seagulls,
In Retrospect,
Audionom,
Rosa Yemen,
Faust,
Absolute Body Control,
Brick,
Circle Jerks,
Delta 5,
The Vogues,
The Misunderstood,
Ronan,
Skarface,
Albert Ayler,
Pantytec,
Pole,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter & Gordon,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.