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 Japan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 The Neon Judgement to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Victims,
Donny Hathaway,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Drexciya,
Second Layer,
The Saints,
Easy Going,
Dawn Penn,
The Dirtbombs,
June of 44,
Robert Hood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Tremeloes,
Archie Shepp,
Jacob Miller,
Ludus,
The Skatalites,
Lyres,
Ultra Naté,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stereo Dub,
Graham Central Station,
Black Sheep,
Basic Channel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Connie Case,
Banda Bassotti,
Matthew Bourne,
The Techniques,
The Vogues,
Surgeon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Altered Images,
James White and The Blacks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boredoms,
Stetsasonic,
Angry Samoans,
Gong,
The Dead C,
Funkadelic,
Television Personalities,
Audionom,
Mo-Dettes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Matthew Halsall,
Yazoo,
The Raincoats,
The Standells,
Minny Pops,
Johnny Osbourne,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Doors,
Avey Tare,
Pharoah Sanders,
Little Man,
Porter Ricks,
Al Stewart,
The Names,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.