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 Ivory Coast and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare 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 Drive Like Jehu 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Negative Approach,
Cal Tjader,
Chris & Cosey,
Angry Samoans,
ABC,
Yellowson,
MC5,
Thee Headcoats,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Royal Trux,
Jawbox,
Severed Heads,
The Martian,
Qualms,
Gabor Szabo,
Sex Pistols,
Trumans Water,
Blake Baxter,
Pussy Galore,
Fad Gadget,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yazoo,
The Buckinghams,
Davy DMX,
Hoover,
Oblivians,
L. Decosne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cowsills,
Ornette Coleman,
The Human League,
Crime,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hasil Adkins,
Smog,
David Bowie,
Boogie Down Productions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grauzone,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Shadows of Knight,
EPMD,
Altered Images,
Clear Light,
Adolescents,
Mad Mike,
These Immortal Souls,
The Techniques,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dawn Penn,
Arcadia,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cure,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.