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 Syria and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Thee Headcoats to the dance 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Infiniti,
Peter and Kerry,
Erasure,
The American Breed,
Simply Red,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare,
The Fire Engines,
Lower 48,
Quando Quango,
David McCallum,
Circle Jerks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quantec,
Sonic Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
Skaos,
Bootsy Collins,
Sam Rivers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Unwound,
DNA,
Andrew Hill,
Black Moon,
LL Cool J,
X-102,
Grandmaster Flash,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Slits,
CMW,
F. McDonald,
Youth Brigade,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aaron Thompson,
Pantytec,
Chris & Cosey,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wings,
Amon Düül II,
The Gories,
Todd Rundgren,
Sound Behaviour,
Von Mondo,
the Association,
H. Thieme,
Pharoah Sanders,
Public Enemy,
Rapeman,
Drexciya,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arab on Radar,
Make Up,
June of 44,
Underground Resistance,
Brick,
Erykah Badu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minor Threat,
Groovy Waters,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.