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 Chad and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 Yellowson to the jazz 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Michelle Simonal,
the Slits,
D'Angelo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pet Shop Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Freddie Wadling,
Brick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Goldenarms,
The Smoke,
Siglo XX,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Second Layer,
Minor Threat,
James White and The Blacks,
Desert Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cramps,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gun Club,
The Cure,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brass Construction,
The Pop Group,
The Fire Engines,
John Lydon,
The Remains,
Cybotron,
Faust,
Robert Görl,
Kurtis Blow,
The Last Poets,
Duran Duran,
Von Mondo,
The Selecter,
Ronnie Foster,
Severed Heads,
Moby Grape,
PIL,
Monolake,
Aaron Thompson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pole,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jawbox,
Sällskapet,
Trumans Water,
Television,
The Modern Lovers,
Hoover,
Tim Buckley,
T. Rex,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-102,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.