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 Eritrea and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
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 theremin 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 The Toasters to the techno 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Prince Buster,
Gabor Szabo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pierre Henry,
Sugar Minott,
The Grass Roots,
New Order,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yellowson,
Country Teasers,
Infiniti,
Loose Ends,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Reed,
R.M.O.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stockholm Monsters,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Sonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pulsallama,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Sheep,
World's Most,
Adolescents,
Pere Ubu,
John Cale,
Lou Christie,
Jesper Dahlback,
Davy DMX,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Royal Trux,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yaz,
The Remains,
Marvin Gaye,
Quando Quango,
Oblivians,
Newcleus,
Erasure,
Barry Ungar,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Max Romeo,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sight & Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Womack,
Minor Threat,
Severed Heads,
Half Japanese,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Au Pairs,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.