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 Thailand and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 Charles Mingus to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
John Lydon,
Lindisfarne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Wyatt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aswad,
Blake Baxter,
Section 25,
The Gun Club,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fad Gadget,
D'Angelo,
Essential Logic,
Cluster,
Matthew Bourne,
The Velvet Underground,
Oneida,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Dennis Brown,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
EPMD,
Gang Gang Dance,
Freddie Wadling,
10cc,
Drexciya,
The Real Kids,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marshall Jefferson,
The New Christs,
Chris & Cosey,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Little Man,
Harmonia,
Marvin Gaye,
David Axelrod,
Kevin Saunderson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Durutti Column,
The Slackers,
Vainqueur,
Outsiders,
Urselle,
Rufus Thomas,
Jacques Brel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Don Cherry,
The Victims,
Sun Ra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Hood,
JFA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.