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 Ireland and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 Gil Scott Heron to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Severed Heads,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minutemen,
Cymande,
Lee Hazlewood,
Silicon Teens,
Man Parrish,
L. Decosne,
Average White Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Panda Bear,
The Names,
Gang of Four,
Aural Exciters,
New Order,
Subhumans,
Juan Atkins,
Heaven 17,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Residents,
Brothers Johnson,
Popol Vuh,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Inner City,
The Fire Engines,
Eric Copeland,
Charles Mingus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Unrelated Segments,
Matthew Bourne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Half Japanese,
Wally Richardson,
Zero Boys,
Funky Four + One,
the Bar-Kays,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Soft Cell,
Tommy Roe,
Sarah Menescal,
Guru Guru,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Coltrane,
Sällskapet,
Absolute Body Control,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Au Pairs,
Black Pus,
the Human League,
Scion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Moody Blues,
The Raincoats,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mission of Burma,
Bob Dylan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hot Snakes,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.