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 Pakistan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Gregory Isaacs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tomorrow,
Joyce Sims,
Scan 7,
The Fortunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Carl Craig,
Electric Prunes,
the Germs,
ABBA,
Wasted Youth,
Sun Ra,
Porter Ricks,
DJ Sneak,
Eve St. Jones,
Darondo,
Au Pairs,
Jawbox,
Loose Ends,
Fela Kuti,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marc Almond,
The Sonics,
Negative Approach,
Bronski Beat,
Eurythmics,
Barbara Tucker,
Pere Ubu,
Angry Samoans,
Minor Threat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barrington Levy,
Japan,
Fluxion,
H. Thieme,
Amon Düül II,
The Dirtbombs,
Eden Ahbez,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dennis Brown,
Masters at Work,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amon Düül,
Skarface,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Unrelated Segments,
Warsaw,
Underground Resistance,
Maleditus Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Country Joe & The Fish,
MDC,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Womack,
Bill Wells,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pantaleimon,
Bad Manners,
Popol Vuh,
The Red Krayola,
Danielle Patucci,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.