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 Sierra Leone and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 The Remains to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Sister Nancy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nik Kershaw,
Crime,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Underground Resistance,
Skaos,
Loose Ends,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arthur Verocai,
Sam Rivers,
The Move,
MDC,
Black Pus,
Tears for Fears,
Neu!,
Magma,
Albert Ayler,
The Electric Prunes,
Half Japanese,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nick Fraelich,
Alphaville,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bill Near,
Slick Rick,
Archie Shepp,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Don Cherry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mantronix,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Model 500,
Wasted Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mummies,
Donny Hathaway,
Aloha Tigers,
Drexciya,
Yellowson,
Lucky Dragons,
The Remains,
Maleditus Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New Order,
Barrington Levy,
The New Christs,
Fad Gadget,
Slave,
Procol Harum,
The Litter,
Desert Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cowsills,
The Knickerbockers,
Ponytail,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.