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 Armenia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ 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 The Index to the disco 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Newcleus,
Marvin Gaye,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pantaleimon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Slave,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joyce Sims,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultravox,
Todd Rundgren,
Tomorrow,
Television,
Model 500,
the Swans,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boz Scaggs,
Barry Ungar,
Delta 5,
Davy DMX,
Eli Mardock,
Glenn Branca,
Soft Cell,
Bob Dylan,
DJ Style,
Roger Hodgson,
Pulsallama,
Alphaville,
Agent Orange,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kayak,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fluxion,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wire,
Danielle Patucci,
The Offenders,
Absolute Body Control,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marine Girls,
the Germs,
H. Thieme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ludus,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joy Division,
Ten City,
Terrestrial Tones,
Faraquet,
Don Cherry,
Prince Buster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Neon Judgement,
Freddie Wadling,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.