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 Lesotho and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Suicide,
ABC,
Wire,
The Names,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pantytec,
Carl Craig,
Monks,
Barry Ungar,
Lalann,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minor Threat,
Quadrant,
Todd Rundgren,
Fad Gadget,
Junior Murvin,
Nick Fraelich,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dave Gahan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Average White Band,
Simply Red,
Khruangbin,
Suburban Knight,
Nirvana,
Sam Rivers,
Donald Byrd,
Underground Resistance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Archie Shepp,
Urselle,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amon Düül,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bad Manners,
Arab on Radar,
Pantaleimon,
Aloha Tigers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dirtbombs,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harry Pussy,
Banda Bassotti,
Anakelly,
Trumans Water,
The Doors,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Little Man,
Excepter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Colin Newman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric Copeland,
The Motions,
The Fire Engines,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.