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 Botswana and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
The Seeds,
Mr. Review,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Cale,
Neil Young,
Fear,
Hashim,
DNA,
The Leaves,
Prince Buster,
Albert Ayler,
Charles Mingus,
Royal Trux,
The Barracudas,
Suburban Knight,
The Remains,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brand Nubian,
Kaleidoscope,
Clear Light,
Rotary Connection,
The Techniques,
Pharoah Sanders,
Average White Band,
Joey Negro,
Rites of Spring,
Juan Atkins,
Suicide,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brass Construction,
D'Angelo,
Chris & Cosey,
Pole,
The United States of America,
Symarip,
Lungfish,
Unrelated Segments,
Intrusion,
Trumans Water,
Pagans,
Mars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Green,
The Dirtbombs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Maurizio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Main Source,
Qualms,
Don Cherry,
The Moody Blues,
Basic Channel,
The Smoke,
ABBA,
Delta 5,
JFA,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.