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 Lithuania and from Beijing.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 Sandy B to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
T. Rex,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pussy Galore,
Brand Nubian,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crime,
Darondo,
Symarip,
The Monks,
Bluetip,
Rakim,
Saccharine Trust,
Lucky Dragons,
Stereo Dub,
Average White Band,
The Dead C,
The Durutti Column,
Flipper,
Japan,
Cal Tjader,
KRS-One,
Echospace,
Letta Mbulu,
Unrelated Segments,
Ohio Players,
the Normal,
The Gun Club,
Throbbing Gristle,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Electric Prunes,
The Pop Group,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sonics,
Sandy B,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tubeway Army,
New Age Steppers,
The Black Dice,
Stockholm Monsters,
JFA,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Neon Judgement,
Schoolly D,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
Mission of Burma,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kaleidoscope,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Sherman,
Lower 48,
Jeff Lynne,
Max Romeo,
Nick Fraelich,
Underground Resistance,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.