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 Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 B.T. Express to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Marvin Gaye,
The Neon Judgement,
Funky Four + One,
Nick Fraelich,
L. Decosne,
Eden Ahbez,
Sex Pistols,
The Trojans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Evens,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sight & Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Nas,
Colin Newman,
Popol Vuh,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fall,
Hasil Adkins,
Idris Muhammad,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sixth Finger,
KRS-One,
Wally Richardson,
Al Stewart,
The Standells,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cowsills,
Todd Terry,
Monks,
Black Pus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rites of Spring,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Graham Central Station,
Organ,
The Sonics,
Qualms,
Little Man,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blancmange,
Arab on Radar,
The Kinks,
Delta 5,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Whodini,
Lungfish,
Ossler,
Rosa Yemen,
U.S. Maple,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Intrusion,
Sun City Girls,
EPMD,
Ohio Players,
Morten Harket,
New Order,
X-102,
D'Angelo,
Deakin,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.