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 Cyprus and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Sherman,
Cluster,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Birthday Party,
The Durutti Column,
Bill Near,
Moss Icon,
Das Ding,
The Beau Brummels,
Sandy B,
Eurythmics,
Jandek,
The Toasters,
Qualms,
The Count Five,
Hardrive,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Pretty Things,
Oblivians,
The Modern Lovers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric Copeland,
cv313,
Rotary Connection,
Blake Baxter,
Yaz,
F. McDonald,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Lydon,
The Mojo Men,
Bush Tetras,
Johnny Osbourne,
These Immortal Souls,
Crooked Eye,
Neil Young,
Supertramp,
Buzzcocks,
Jeff Lynne,
Quando Quango,
Lucky Dragons,
Sight & Sound,
Vainqueur,
The Skatalites,
Beasts of Bourbon,
CMW,
Bob Dylan,
Stetsasonic,
Johnny Clarke,
Desert Stars,
Reagan Youth,
Hashim,
Letta Mbulu,
The Angels of Light,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Human League,
Erasure,
The Residents,
The Moleskins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Five Americans,
La Düsseldorf,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.