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 Barbados and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kurtis Blow to the dance 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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Sonic Youth,
H. Thieme,
The Count Five,
Tim Buckley,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thompson Twins,
Moby Grape,
Glenn Branca,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Womack,
Scion,
Theoretical Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Yellowson,
New York Dolls,
Ossler,
Television Personalities,
Gang Gang Dance,
Underground Resistance,
Jawbox,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Maurizio,
Charles Mingus,
Von Mondo,
Lindisfarne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
10cc,
The Modern Lovers,
Rekid,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Banda Bassotti,
Alphaville,
Public Enemy,
The Skatalites,
Funky Four + One,
The Evens,
Yaz,
Robert Wyatt,
Suburban Knight,
Tommy Roe,
Television,
Nirvana,
Brothers Johnson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Byron Stingily,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jacob Miller,
A Certain Ratio,
Second Layer,
Eddi Front,
The Happenings,
Livin' Joy,
Whodini,
The Angels of Light,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.