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 Nigeria and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
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 808 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 The Mojo Men to the grime 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Slits,
Patti Smith,
Nas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Flipper,
David Bowie,
Cybotron,
Fad Gadget,
Chris & Cosey,
Grauzone,
The Golliwogs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hashim,
Danielle Patucci,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Litter,
Warsaw,
The Doors,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Motions,
Royal Trux,
Deepchord,
Eddi Front,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Traffic Nightmare,
Anthony Braxton,
Lower 48,
Iggy Pop,
Nico,
Juan Atkins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tommy Roe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Youth Brigade,
Ludus,
Masters at Work,
Sound Behaviour,
Todd Terry,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fire Engines,
Rapeman,
This Heat,
Make Up,
Bobby Byrd,
The Star Department,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sight & Sound,
Visage,
Minny Pops,
Scott Walker,
Lou Christie,
Skriet,
Marvin Gaye,
Chrome,
Bill Near,
Steve Hackett,
Shuggie Otis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.