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 Azerbaijan 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wasted Youth to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Desert Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
The Seeds,
The Doors,
Barry Ungar,
Gang of Four,
Scan 7,
Sparks,
Jandek,
Half Japanese,
The United States of America,
Grey Daturas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joey Negro,
Excepter,
Sight & Sound,
Flash Fearless,
cv313,
The Offenders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
EPMD,
Infiniti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Motorama,
Aloha Tigers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Junior Murvin,
Slick Rick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Young Rascals,
Section 25,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Godley & Creme,
Brand Nubian,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alice Coltrane,
Sam Rivers,
Joe Finger,
Rod Modell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Andrew Hill,
Warsaw,
Skarface,
Fluxion,
Quantec,
the Slits,
Bronski Beat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Starr,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nick Fraelich,
Kaleidoscope,
E-Dancer,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.