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 Canada and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Shuggie Otis to the grime 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Pierre Henry,
Chrome,
The Dirtbombs,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Wyatt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Porter Ricks,
Yazoo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Infiniti,
Robert Görl,
Guru Guru,
The Buckinghams,
Slave,
Ronnie Foster,
Section 25,
The Smiths,
Pantaleimon,
Roy Ayers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Young Rascals,
Grey Daturas,
EPMD,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
Hashim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dave Gahan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
These Immortal Souls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Saints,
Sight & Sound,
Yaz,
The Beau Brummels,
Average White Band,
The Raincoats,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rakim,
The Fugs,
Agent Orange,
Rapeman,
the Sonics,
The Grass Roots,
Royal Trux,
Nils Olav,
Eddi Front,
Johnny Osbourne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amon Düül II,
Amazonics,
The Fortunes,
The Cramps,
Rosa Yemen,
Donald Byrd,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Pus,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.