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 Brazil and from London.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Star Department to the crunk 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Bill Near,
The Remains,
Slave,
The Last Poets,
Maurizio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scott Walker,
Masters at Work,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Saints,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Associates,
Fatback Band,
Moebius,
The Fall,
Reuben Wilson,
Amon Düül,
Rosa Yemen,
Minor Threat,
Todd Rundgren,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
World's Most,
Funkadelic,
Fat Boys,
The Dead C,
Agent Orange,
Tears for Fears,
Smog,
Peter & Gordon,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ice-T,
Gang Green,
Lower 48,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soul Sonic Force,
Popol Vuh,
Amazonics,
The Barracudas,
a-ha,
Little Man,
Crime,
The Alarm Clocks,
R.M.O.,
Anakelly,
Mark Hollis,
X-Ray Spex,
AZ,
Panda Bear,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sällskapet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barbara Tucker,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.