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 Saudi Arabia and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 Flipper to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Model 500,
Crispy Ambulance,
Carl Craig,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
Loose Ends,
The Invisible,
Oblivians,
Ronan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ludus,
Outsiders,
The American Breed,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sugar Minott,
Erasure,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sparks,
Bill Near,
Goldenarms,
Joy Division,
Subhumans,
PIL,
The Seeds,
Soul Sonic Force,
World's Most,
The Buckinghams,
Arcadia,
Scrapy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jandek,
The Gun Club,
Yusef Lateef,
Dead Boys,
David McCallum,
The Moody Blues,
CMW,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Das Ding,
Slave,
Sonic Youth,
Accadde A,
Susan Cadogan,
Babytalk,
The Dead C,
Darondo,
Clear Light,
Glenn Branca,
Stiv Bators,
Organ,
Donald Byrd,
Iggy Pop,
Moss Icon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
OOIOO,
Roxy Music,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.