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 Jordan and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Crispy Ambulance to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Chrome,
Skarface,
Amazonics,
a-ha,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultimate Spinach,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deepchord,
Echospace,
The Monochrome Set,
Spandau Ballet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cymande,
Monks,
Angry Samoans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Cale,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sex Pistols,
The Pretty Things,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Jawbox,
Cecil Taylor,
The Associates,
The Seeds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Moleskins,
Soft Machine,
Panda Bear,
Au Pairs,
Donald Byrd,
The Victims,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Archie Shepp,
Roxy Music,
Amon Düül II,
Davy DMX,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stiv Bators,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dead C,
Bronski Beat,
Charles Mingus,
Con Funk Shun,
Pere Ubu,
Arthur Verocai,
Dual Sessions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cheater Slicks,
Royal Trux,
Mr. Review,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Count Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Newcleus,
Zapp,
Alphaville,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.