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 Poland and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 Ituana to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Martian,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fear,
Alphaville,
Vladislav Delay,
Technova,
Arab on Radar,
Quando Quango,
E-Dancer,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Au Pairs,
Unrelated Segments,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bizarre Inc.,
Japan,
The Durutti Column,
Moss Icon,
Icehouse,
The Slits,
Drive Like Jehu,
Unwound,
Yaz,
10cc,
The Mojo Men,
Joey Negro,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare,
The Sonics,
Babytalk,
The Young Rascals,
Agitation Free,
Ludus,
Fad Gadget,
Severed Heads,
The Invisible,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bill Near,
Aswad,
Amon Düül II,
Excepter,
Symarip,
Terry Callier,
Make Up,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yusef Lateef,
Visage,
Slick Rick,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nirvana,
Nico,
The Seeds,
the Soft Cell,
Essential Logic,
Drexciya,
Quantec,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.