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 Haiti and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Supertramp 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Ten City,
Faraquet,
Funky Four + One,
The Music Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
Marmalade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Quando Quango,
Bluetip,
The Techniques,
Dead Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alison Limerick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Danielle Patucci,
The Smiths,
Beasts of Bourbon,
ABBA,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cymande,
Henry Cow,
Scientists,
The Last Poets,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
10cc,
Donny Hathaway,
Pantytec,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Monochrome Set,
Rufus Thomas,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Erykah Badu,
Mandrill,
OOIOO,
The Grass Roots,
Television Personalities,
Bad Manners,
Robert Hood,
Rakim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chrome,
Popol Vuh,
The Count Five,
Boredoms,
Anthony Braxton,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vainqueur,
Boogie Down Productions,
Audionom,
The Flesh Eaters,
Judy Mowatt,
Quadrant,
Angry Samoans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.