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 Iraq and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Girls At Our Best! to the disco 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Kaleidoscope,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Surgeon,
Blossom Toes,
8 Eyed Spy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
cv313,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Knickerbockers,
Unwound,
Joyce Sims,
The Saints,
Wally Richardson,
Yusef Lateef,
Tropical Tobacco,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gong,
Pussy Galore,
Roy Ayers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Urselle,
The Beau Brummels,
Eurythmics,
Quantec,
The Birthday Party,
Dennis Brown,
AZ,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rites of Spring,
DNA,
Panda Bear,
The Misunderstood,
Hardrive,
Warsaw,
The Real Kids,
Minor Threat,
Isaac Hayes,
Freddie Wadling,
Television,
the Soft Cell,
Circle Jerks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bill Wells,
Gerry Rafferty,
Judy Mowatt,
Basic Channel,
Jandek,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Agent Orange,
Duran Duran,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joey Negro,
DJ Style,
Althea and Donna,
Lalann,
Groovy Waters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.