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 Seychelles and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Ituana to the punk 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Pylon,
Parry Music,
Anthony Braxton,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Electric Prunes,
Brothers Johnson,
Wasted Youth,
The Velvet Underground,
Zero Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Anakelly,
New Age Steppers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wally Richardson,
Blancmange,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brass Construction,
The Slits,
MDC,
Chris & Cosey,
The Toasters,
The Residents,
Tomorrow,
Ten City,
Maurizio,
The Associates,
PIL,
The Stooges,
The Fugs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The New Christs,
Matthew Halsall,
Derrick May,
Roxy Music,
Lucky Dragons,
The Motions,
John Coltrane,
Carl Craig,
Jawbox,
Spoonie Gee,
The Slackers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radio Birdman,
Erasure,
Sonic Youth,
Cal Tjader,
Darondo,
Sugar Minott,
the Sonics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tom Boy,
The Count Five,
the Soft Cell,
Sixth Finger,
Shuggie Otis,
Arcadia,
Excepter,
Hot Snakes,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.