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 Uganda and from Madrid.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 cv313 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Thee Headcoats,
Andrew Hill,
Nick Fraelich,
Gabor Szabo,
Maurizio,
Basic Channel,
the Germs,
Stereo Dub,
Ituana,
Jesper Dahlback,
Max Romeo,
Charles Mingus,
Nirvana,
Second Layer,
Judy Mowatt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Delta 5,
Tommy Roe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Liliput,
The Moody Blues,
Jeff Mills,
Fela Kuti,
Zapp,
Sister Nancy,
Johnny Clarke,
Can,
Janne Schatter,
Yaz,
Susan Cadogan,
Radiohead,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun Ra,
The Black Dice,
Reagan Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Standells,
Icehouse,
The Star Department,
Nico,
Johnny Osbourne,
Guru Guru,
Ronan,
ABC,
Piero Umiliani,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hardrive,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Trojans,
The Buckinghams,
Letta Mbulu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Urselle,
Faraquet,
Chrome,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.