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 Cuba and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Glenn Branca,
Monolake,
Stetsasonic,
Nik Kershaw,
Scratch Acid,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Silicon Teens,
Boz Scaggs,
E-Dancer,
The Electric Prunes,
Alice Coltrane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Banda Bassotti,
Mark Hollis,
Ludus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amazonics,
DNA,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gladiators,
David Bowie,
Ossler,
The Standells,
Soft Machine,
The Selecter,
Archie Shepp,
Wally Richardson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Slave,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Flag,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Anthony Braxton,
Interpol,
Black Moon,
A Certain Ratio,
The Pretty Things,
The Gap Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flipper,
Wasted Youth,
KRS-One,
Drive Like Jehu,
Icehouse,
Tubeway Army,
Ten City,
Mr. Review,
Joyce Sims,
Quadrant,
Camouflage,
Mary Jane Girls,
Audionom,
The Moleskins,
The Star Department,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Victims,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.