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 Lithuania and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Robert Wyatt to the rock 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Aswad,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Human League,
The Blues Magoos,
Brothers Johnson,
Gong,
Henry Cow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Seeds,
Fugazi,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
OOIOO,
John Coltrane,
Connie Case,
Echospace,
Surgeon,
Oneida,
Derrick May,
Hoover,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roxette,
Marvin Gaye,
The Moleskins,
Scratch Acid,
Steve Hackett,
Bluetip,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Audionom,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Technova,
The Knickerbockers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Junior Murvin,
Grauzone,
Ornette Coleman,
Laurel Aitken,
La Düsseldorf,
Harmonia,
The Flesh Eaters,
Agitation Free,
DJ Style,
Sun City Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sound Behaviour,
Joy Division,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soul II Soul,
The Slackers,
The Star Department,
Country Teasers,
The Move,
Scrapy,
Bob Dylan,
Al Stewart,
Pulsallama,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Intrusion,
Thee Headcoats,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.