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 Hungary and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 This Heat 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Public Enemy,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dave Gahan,
Joe Smooth,
Brand Nubian,
Drive Like Jehu,
Warsaw,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Leaves,
Lindisfarne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kas Product,
Lalann,
Thompson Twins,
Aswad,
David Bowie,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bob Dylan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Real Kids,
Bad Manners,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
D'Angelo,
Peter and Kerry,
Pere Ubu,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun Ra,
Danielle Patucci,
Cheater Slicks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
In Retrospect,
Darondo,
Wings,
Soulsonic Force,
Malaria!,
The Saints,
Matthew Bourne,
Interpol,
Cymande,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arcadia,
Gang Green,
Model 500,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scientists,
Reagan Youth,
LL Cool J,
Matthew Halsall,
New Age Steppers,
Barbara Tucker,
Soul II Soul,
Procol Harum,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.