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 Egypt and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Saccharine Trust to the jazz 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brass Construction,
Michelle Simonal,
Hashim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fat Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Country Teasers,
Circle Jerks,
Kayak,
Bauhaus,
The Neon Judgement,
Swans,
Barrington Levy,
Nas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ken Boothe,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Trumans Water,
Yaz,
The Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lungfish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Busters,
Tears for Fears,
Brand Nubian,
Anakelly,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ponytail,
Eden Ahbez,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Youth Brigade,
John Foxx,
Curtis Mayfield,
Judy Mowatt,
A Certain Ratio,
Nico,
Pere Ubu,
E-Dancer,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Smiths,
David McCallum,
Liliput,
Little Man,
Angry Samoans,
Joensuu 1685,
The Motions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quantec,
Bobby Byrd,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gun Club,
Peter & Gordon,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Technova,
Cecil Taylor,
Ralphi Rosario,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.