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 Mongolia and from Sao Paulo.
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 Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lakeside to the disco 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Moby Grape,
Blake Baxter,
The Pop Group,
Henry Cow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Music Machine,
Easy Going,
Stereo Dub,
New Age Steppers,
The Misunderstood,
Cameo,
The Divine Comedy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kerrie Biddell,
Animal Collective,
Youth Brigade,
Pagans,
Mad Mike,
Technova,
Shuggie Otis,
Aural Exciters,
Lakeside,
The Dead C,
Cluster,
the Germs,
Underground Resistance,
The United States of America,
Agent Orange,
Janne Schatter,
The Cramps,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang of Four,
Barrington Levy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tom Boy,
Don Cherry,
Donald Byrd,
Country Teasers,
The Knickerbockers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Trojans,
The Star Department,
The Kinks,
John Lydon,
Gabor Szabo,
Rotary Connection,
The Human League,
Pole,
Alison Limerick,
Bauhaus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Godley & Creme,
Fear,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Leaves,
Surgeon,
Ice-T,
Visage,
The Moody Blues,
Fatback Band,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.