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 Bulgaria and from Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Nirvana to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Happenings,
Excepter,
a-ha,
Groovy Waters,
Swell Maps,
Matthew Bourne,
Glenn Branca,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joe Smooth,
The Five Americans,
Dead Boys,
Hardrive,
Liliput,
Banda Bassotti,
T.S.O.L.,
Thompson Twins,
Crooked Eye,
The United States of America,
Pere Ubu,
Ponytail,
Erasure,
Lyres,
David McCallum,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brothers Johnson,
David Bowie,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Pop Group,
Unrelated Segments,
Buzzcocks,
The Gories,
Funkadelic,
The Dave Clark Five,
DJ Style,
Intrusion,
Lou Christie,
Donald Byrd,
Panda Bear,
The Raincoats,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Godley & Creme,
Talk Talk,
Aswad,
Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Skatalites,
Robert Görl,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bad Manners,
Bauhaus,
Stereo Dub,
Underground Resistance,
Aloha Tigers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Quando Quango,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.