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 United States and from Bologna.
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 Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 X-102 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '50s 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 Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
The Associates,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soft Machine,
Half Japanese,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Urselle,
The Zeros,
Negative Approach,
The Smoke,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quando Quango,
EPMD,
Gong,
The Litter,
Leonard Cohen,
Cluster,
Eurythmics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thee Headcoats,
Oneida,
Prince Buster,
Roy Ayers,
UT,
James White and The Blacks,
Arthur Verocai,
Pierre Henry,
Excepter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pere Ubu,
Black Sheep,
Newcleus,
Rites of Spring,
Piero Umiliani,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Knickerbockers,
Cal Tjader,
Warsaw,
Ralphi Rosario,
L. Decosne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Byrd,
June of 44,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Hood,
Camouflage,
the Normal,
Aural Exciters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Motions,
The Divine Comedy,
Interpol,
Connie Case,
Kerri Chandler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultravox,
Jesper Dahlback,
Loose Ends,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.