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 Czech Republic and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Public Image Ltd. to the disco 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Roxy Music,
Masters at Work,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nas,
The Fugs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Excepter,
Archie Shepp,
T. Rex,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
E-Dancer,
Chrome,
Cheater Slicks,
Barry Ungar,
Livin' Joy,
The Victims,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Max Romeo,
Ponytail,
Andrew Hill,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Man Eating Sloth,
B.T. Express,
Nils Olav,
Fluxion,
Kurtis Blow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grey Daturas,
Massinfluence,
Tres Demented,
A Certain Ratio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Starr,
The Golliwogs,
Chris Corsano,
Quando Quango,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Isaac Hayes,
Easy Going,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Stooges,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Velvet Underground,
Wire,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mandrill,
Young Marble Giants,
Joey Negro,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric Copeland,
Bush Tetras,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Qualms,
John Lydon,
Dave Gahan,
Thompson Twins,
DJ Sneak,
London Community Gospel Choir,
PIL,
Alphaville,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.