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 China and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the rap 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Khruangbin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Sherman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David Axelrod,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Raincoats,
Model 500,
James White and The Blacks,
the Bar-Kays,
Gong,
MC5,
Quadrant,
Panda Bear,
Roxette,
The Evens,
Shuggie Otis,
The Count Five,
Max Romeo,
Yaz,
June of 44,
Boz Scaggs,
Nils Olav,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Essential Logic,
Public Enemy,
Harmonia,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Godley & Creme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arcadia,
H. Thieme,
Moss Icon,
Alton Ellis,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jacques Brel,
Spoonie Gee,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Colin Newman,
Anthony Braxton,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alison Limerick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed,
Moebius,
The Litter,
Soulsonic Force,
Infiniti,
Outsiders,
Sällskapet,
The Electric Prunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultra Naté,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harpers Bizarre,
New York Dolls,
The Cramps,
Eurythmics,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.