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 Zambia and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the grime 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dual Sessions,
Quando Quango,
The Flesh Eaters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boredoms,
Morten Harket,
Cal Tjader,
Davy DMX,
The Wake,
Blancmange,
Ohio Players,
Duran Duran,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Leonard Cohen,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Knickerbockers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brothers Johnson,
The Stooges,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Leaves,
The Invisible,
Mission of Burma,
Ten City,
The Vogues,
Eddi Front,
Rakim,
Skarface,
ABBA,
Faraquet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Monolake,
Oneida,
Wally Richardson,
Clear Light,
Nils Olav,
Malaria!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Sherman,
48th St. Collective,
Soft Machine,
Roxy Music,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barbara Tucker,
The Golliwogs,
Erykah Badu,
China Crisis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lower 48,
Glenn Branca,
The Trojans,
Model 500,
a-ha,
Gabor Szabo,
Basic Channel,
Depeche Mode,
Audionom,
Sonic Youth,
Livin' Joy,
Ossler,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.