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 Jordan and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 DJ Sneak to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
The Barracudas,
Sugar Minott,
Flipper,
The Cure,
Buzzcocks,
Skaos,
Clear Light,
Fela Kuti,
The Grass Roots,
The Gories,
Tom Boy,
Wally Richardson,
The Gun Club,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Isaac Hayes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kas Product,
John Holt,
cv313,
Maurizio,
Tim Buckley,
Ultra Naté,
Pet Shop Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Popol Vuh,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bronski Beat,
Das Ding,
Boredoms,
Mr. Review,
Schoolly D,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
FM Einheit,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rotary Connection,
Lightning Bolt,
DJ Sneak,
Minutemen,
The Seeds,
Hardrive,
Make Up,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Swans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Circle Jerks,
Sam Rivers,
Hoover,
Metal Thangz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter & Gordon,
Arthur Verocai,
Hot Snakes,
Nirvana,
Fear,
The Fuzztones,
The Selecter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arab on Radar,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.