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 India and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Intrusion 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Fear,
The Motions,
Schoolly D,
Henry Cow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radiohead,
Porter Ricks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
a-ha,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Popol Vuh,
Gerry Rafferty,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Slits,
the Association,
Derrick May,
Underground Resistance,
Joey Negro,
Malaria!,
Aural Exciters,
The Selecter,
Bad Manners,
Maurizio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Das Ding,
Joensuu 1685,
Joe Smooth,
Nas,
Darondo,
X-102,
Circle Jerks,
Intrusion,
F. McDonald,
Todd Terry,
Essential Logic,
Oneida,
AZ,
Minutemen,
The Index,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jacques Brel,
Ituana,
Siglo XX,
Sällskapet,
Scion,
PIL,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Judy Mowatt,
Roxette,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
Mad Mike,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dave Gahan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Massinfluence,
Ossler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Faust,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.