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 Sweden and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Slits,
Sarah Menescal,
Jacob Miller,
Eric Copeland,
World's Most,
The Names,
The Fortunes,
Blancmange,
Japan,
Con Funk Shun,
Gastr Del Sol,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Matthew Halsall,
Pylon,
Thompson Twins,
Hashim,
Grey Daturas,
Goldenarms,
Pere Ubu,
Main Source,
John Foxx,
Grandmaster Flash,
DNA,
Supertramp,
Kool Moe Dee,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tim Buckley,
Charles Mingus,
Peter & Gordon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quadrant,
The Golliwogs,
The Gap Band,
Au Pairs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grauzone,
10cc,
The Red Krayola,
JFA,
the Germs,
Johnny Clarke,
Shuggie Otis,
Oneida,
T. Rex,
Black Pus,
Zapp,
Hoover,
Procol Harum,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deepchord,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Andrew Hill,
Popol Vuh,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marmalade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David McCallum,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.