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 Palau and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deakin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Surgeon,
Lower 48,
Fat Boys,
Bill Near,
Aswad,
Slave,
Desert Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ludus,
Don Cherry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hashim,
Public Enemy,
Country Teasers,
David McCallum,
Tomorrow,
Eddi Front,
Ralphi Rosario,
Matthew Bourne,
Vladislav Delay,
The Tremeloes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Janne Schatter,
Chrome,
The Litter,
Boredoms,
Dawn Penn,
Faust,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Wake,
Avey Tare,
Todd Rundgren,
Cecil Taylor,
Ohio Players,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kurtis Blow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Christie,
Malaria!,
CMW,
The Toasters,
Echospace,
Sixth Finger,
Crooked Eye,
Duran Duran,
Soft Machine,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
ABBA,
Jimmy McGriff,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Human League,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.