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 Belarus and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Laurel Aitken 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Stereo Dub,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Warsaw,
Das Ding,
Tubeway Army,
The Evens,
Smog,
Hoover,
Radiopuhelimet,
Q65,
Soft Machine,
Nas,
Amon Düül,
Maleditus Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Monolake,
These Immortal Souls,
Malaria!,
Davy DMX,
Ultravox,
Skarface,
Chris & Cosey,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aaron Thompson,
Neil Young,
Scratch Acid,
Drexciya,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thompson Twins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Sherman,
Echospace,
The Modern Lovers,
Heaven 17,
Delon & Dalcan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Shoche,
New York Dolls,
Roger Hodgson,
The Vogues,
Don Cherry,
Porter Ricks,
June of 44,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Popol Vuh,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
Hot Snakes,
Fear,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Godley & Creme,
Unrelated Segments,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alton Ellis,
Scott Walker,
The Tremeloes,
Eve St. Jones,
Minutemen,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.