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 France and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Move to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Niagra,
Minor Threat,
Altered Images,
Rekid,
The Golliwogs,
Colin Newman,
Minny Pops,
EPMD,
KRS-One,
Black Sheep,
Stetsasonic,
Grey Daturas,
The Blackbyrds,
Mr. Review,
John Cale,
Suburban Knight,
Black Pus,
The Sound,
The Busters,
Essential Logic,
Ornette Coleman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mark Hollis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yellowson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Visage,
Ten City,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
R.M.O.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kool Moe Dee,
Andrew Hill,
Charles Mingus,
Cheater Slicks,
Vladislav Delay,
Arcadia,
Bad Manners,
Swans,
Fela Kuti,
Isaac Hayes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mandrill,
The Modern Lovers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Anakelly,
Grauzone,
The Litter,
The Fugs,
Cybotron,
Franke,
Fad Gadget,
Sister Nancy,
Heaven 17,
Slick Rick,
Audionom,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.