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 Uzbekistan and from Toronto.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Simply Red 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Gil Scott Heron,
Accadde A,
48th St. Collective,
The Names,
Peter and Kerry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed,
The Fugs,
Dead Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rakim,
Wasted Youth,
Supertramp,
The J.B.'s,
Simply Red,
Deepchord,
Mr. Review,
Roxette,
Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sound,
Neu!,
Los Fastidios,
Saccharine Trust,
Warren Ellis,
Delta 5,
June of 44,
Donny Hathaway,
Chris & Cosey,
Toni Rubio,
Morten Harket,
FM Einheit,
Janne Schatter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cowsills,
L. Decosne,
Loose Ends,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nico,
Boredoms,
Laurel Aitken,
Funkadelic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Martian,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cluster,
The Raincoats,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joensuu 1685,
Bootsy Collins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Graham Central Station,
The Gladiators,
Joe Smooth,
The Blackbyrds,
Adolescents,
The Motions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gichy Dan,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.