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 Chile and from Beijing.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sonny Sharrock to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
China Crisis,
Crooked Eye,
Smog,
Moss Icon,
Nas,
X-102,
Davy DMX,
Lalann,
Anthony Braxton,
Swans,
Quadrant,
Ronnie Foster,
Half Japanese,
The Selecter,
Minor Threat,
The Birthday Party,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Cale,
KRS-One,
The Detroit Cobras,
Graham Central Station,
F. McDonald,
The Moody Blues,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mr. Review,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sister Nancy,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minutemen,
Fear,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Todd Terry,
Tommy Roe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barry Ungar,
Theoretical Girls,
David Bowie,
Lyres,
Camouflage,
Aural Exciters,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vladislav Delay,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric B and Rakim,
June of 44,
Agitation Free,
Desert Stars,
Q65,
Mission of Burma,
Faust,
Rapeman,
Jacob Miller,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.