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 Cape Verde and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Yaz to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Massinfluence,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harmonia,
Radio Birdman,
Fear,
The Last Poets,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yusef Lateef,
The Divine Comedy,
Michelle Simonal,
Blancmange,
Mr. Review,
Sällskapet,
Hardrive,
Bush Tetras,
Franke,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arcadia,
Quando Quango,
Scrapy,
Masters at Work,
Pharoah Sanders,
MDC,
Pierre Henry,
New York Dolls,
Lakeside,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Starr,
Underground Resistance,
Letta Mbulu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bad Manners,
Godley & Creme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Durutti Column,
Man Parrish,
James White and The Blacks,
The Human League,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Audionom,
Dead Boys,
The New Christs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Desert Stars,
The Moody Blues,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Bar-Kays,
Chris Corsano,
Funkadelic,
Tubeway Army,
Steve Hackett,
Ken Boothe,
Kas Product,
The Misunderstood,
Cheater Slicks,
Chrome,
Donny Hathaway,
Todd Terry,
New Age Steppers,
Glenn Branca,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.