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 Montenegro and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Public Enemy to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Techniques,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Grass Roots,
48th St. Collective,
the Soft Cell,
A Certain Ratio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The New Christs,
Pussy Galore,
Jerry's Kids,
Blancmange,
Hashim,
The Cowsills,
Organ,
The Move,
Patti Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Byrd,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gap Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boz Scaggs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soul II Soul,
Black Flag,
MDC,
The Angels of Light,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Isaac Hayes,
Yazoo,
The Moleskins,
New Order,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Babytalk,
The Smoke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rekid,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Panda Bear,
Quando Quango,
The Gories,
Joe Smooth,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fortunes,
Janne Schatter,
Ponytail,
ABBA,
Roy Ayers,
Stiv Bators,
John Cale,
LL Cool J,
Underground Resistance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric B and Rakim,
Chris & Cosey,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.