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 Dominica and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 Janne Schatter to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
The Red Krayola,
Joey Negro,
Smog,
Brick,
Los Fastidios,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skarface,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minutemen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Little Man,
Suburban Knight,
Dark Day,
Funkadelic,
Joe Finger,
The United States of America,
Model 500,
Blossom Toes,
Ornette Coleman,
Tubeway Army,
Delta 5,
The Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Fugazi,
Spoonie Gee,
Blake Baxter,
The Neon Judgement,
D'Angelo,
Fear,
The Durutti Column,
the Slits,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Porter Ricks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Blackbyrds,
Moss Icon,
X-101,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ohio Players,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Traffic Nightmare,
Schoolly D,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Infiniti,
Gong,
Erasure,
Animal Collective,
Slave,
Harmonia,
The Standells,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mark Hollis,
Amazonics,
Tomorrow,
Marcia Griffiths,
The New Christs,
Qualms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.