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 Colombia and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Bobby Womack to the grime 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
The Toasters,
Goldenarms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joy Division,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Remains,
Sugar Minott,
The Smiths,
Trumans Water,
Jeff Lynne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joey Negro,
Ornette Coleman,
Pere Ubu,
Con Funk Shun,
JFA,
The Moleskins,
Barbara Tucker,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joe Finger,
Technova,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scrapy,
James White and The Blacks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Y Pants,
Boredoms,
The Motions,
Q and Not U,
Sun City Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Simply Red,
Rekid,
Marc Almond,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skriet,
Todd Rundgren,
Wasted Youth,
the Normal,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skaos,
David Bowie,
Theoretical Girls,
The Searchers,
Black Flag,
Kool Moe Dee,
Metal Thangz,
Josef K,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
X-101,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lower 48,
Newcleus,
Duran Duran,
Andrew Hill,
Massinfluence,
Agent Orange,
The Litter,
Model 500,
Piero Umiliani,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.