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 Kenya and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare 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 Rapeman to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Wolf Eyes,
Organ,
The Monochrome Set,
Depeche Mode,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oblivians,
Quantec,
The Happenings,
Chris Corsano,
The Kinks,
T. Rex,
Ronan,
The Moody Blues,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DJ Style,
Hot Snakes,
Bill Near,
cv313,
Newcleus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Skatalites,
Black Pus,
Television,
Ituana,
Massinfluence,
Q65,
The Moleskins,
Iggy Pop,
The Gap Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Quando Quango,
The Pop Group,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vladislav Delay,
Country Teasers,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Sheep,
EPMD,
Kenny Larkin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Agitation Free,
The Red Krayola,
The Dirtbombs,
Delta 5,
kango's stein massive,
Absolute Body Control,
The Selecter,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nico,
Siglo XX,
Marvin Gaye,
the Soft Cell,
Lalann,
Bronski Beat,
Lungfish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.