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 Sierra Leone 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Nico to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
PIL,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Young Rascals,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quantec,
The Tremeloes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crispian St. Peters,
D'Angelo,
DJ Style,
Can,
Siglo XX,
Groovy Waters,
Smog,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pole,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Agitation Free,
Lightning Bolt,
Suburban Knight,
Porter Ricks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fatback Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nik Kershaw,
Crooked Eye,
the Bar-Kays,
Blake Baxter,
MC5,
Ultimate Spinach,
Malaria!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Erykah Badu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stockholm Monsters,
L. Decosne,
LL Cool J,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Moleskins,
Darondo,
Yusef Lateef,
Chrome,
The Smiths,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Absolute Body Control,
Bill Near,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lower 48,
Cameo,
Talk Talk,
Royal Trux,
The Fall,
The Skatalites,
Eden Ahbez,
The Busters,
Terry Callier,
Pulsallama,
The Red Krayola,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.