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 Georgia and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 48th St. Collective to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Cluster,
Scion,
Lungfish,
Roger Hodgson,
Minor Threat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Monolake,
ABBA,
Youth Brigade,
Arab on Radar,
Amon Düül,
Donald Byrd,
Radiohead,
Agent Orange,
New Age Steppers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bush Tetras,
The Monochrome Set,
Lindisfarne,
The Fall,
Nas,
Monks,
EPMD,
Boogie Down Productions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fela Kuti,
Underground Resistance,
The Count Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roxy Music,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Pus,
Harmonia,
Don Cherry,
The Electric Prunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lakeside,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
E-Dancer,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minutemen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gabor Szabo,
John Cale,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crime,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yellowson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Godley & Creme,
Nils Olav,
Hardrive,
MC5,
Bobby Byrd,
Sonic Youth,
Quantec,
Faraquet,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.